Fairy Tales

Fairy Tales

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I think that fairy tales are not real because when my mommy read a book to me I said 'when is the fairy coming for my tooth" I stay up all night to wait....then finally I saw a shadow by the door then I fake sleep then when she touch my pillow I grab its arm. I found out it was my mom I said" mom why would you lie too me?" she said" I really don't have no idea she apologises I said it OK. 10 years later I'm now 17 on my way to collage I was so happy. but sad too because that same year my mom died she was all I had then now I found out who was my father I was happy to see him but why after 15 years? I thought he didn't care so I didn't care about him. I found out his name, his name is Donald I was cracking up inside I mad at him in after he said sorry I didn't a Sept his apologize because he is a had father what kind of father leaves you for that long?(apparently him) I have a feeling he is not my father.
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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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