The Meeting

The Meeting

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Sorry I'm late," I exclaimed as I skidded through the door. The art teacher looked at me as I made my entrance. "They didn't hold the elevator and I had to drag my stuff up three flights of stairs and the strap on my shoe broke." "My star artist ladies and gentlemen," Mrs. Mathis announced. "Uh, I don't know about star per say," I stammered. "I mean. I'm okay but I uh." I pulled at my braid nervously. "Sit down Cora," she laughed. "Thank you," I whispered. The only available seat was between my friend and a guy who wasn't even paying attention. He just stared out the window, occasionally touching the dented locket around his neck. *What's up with him?* I signed to my friend. *Don't know.* Had he been crying? He eventually got up to sharpen his pencil. I slipped one of my favorite drawings onto his desk. I drew it the day my family decided to do stupid touristy stuff for my mom's birthday. He simply brushed it away upon seeing it. My head hit the desk. There were some cup cake cook
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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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