The dawn of aurora

The dawn of aurora

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i was just a little girl who born by a Scientist i born as skeleton it wasn't good it was hurt all Experiences were painful I was tormented on his hand daily. Every day he was doing an experiment on me to be stunned and carried magic force for me.Because of him i overwhelming my power because of him i had Cracked on my skull and its painful. But one day when i known that i have two brothers I was afraid that he would do what he have done to me so. I killed him while the lap was blew it was nearly fall on us i was far away from the doorway i had to throw my brothers and use my magic and help them while the lap fall on me. I didn't die it was miracle now what will happen to me in the future we will see that soon
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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