THE PARTYS OGER

THE PARTYS OGER

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Once upon a time the was a boy who lived in the forest called rolph. This boy loved shrek he even bought a Holliday house in the swamp so he could look for shrek. But one night he looks out of his bedroom window and and sees all the street lights are green as rolph examines the street close he sees big muddy footprints going down the road. Rolph took a nice sniff of the air to check the sent of this beast and to his astonishment it smelt of garlic and onions. Rolph sharply ran to his wardrobe and grabbed his green suit with his garlic lures and his magnifying glass. As rolph edges towards the window his dad bursts through the door shouting onions have layers, rolph carfuly looked at his dad, his dad's eyes where green and his skin was becoming shiny and green. Shrek had got to him before rolph. In jealousy rolph shouts out the magical reversing spell "fist me Dady". And almost suddenly he got brown eyes again and his skin started going back to normal. Rolph quickly jumps out the window
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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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