A day at the badboy's house

A day at the badboy's house

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*The next morning* I woke up and looked at the time. It was 11:30. Rider was out of bed and probably taking a shower. I decided to grab my knapsack when he came out. " Good morning, gorgeous", he said in his morning voice. " Morning, babe ", I said. He walked up to me and leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was passionate and sweet. But, we were rudely interrupted by his little sisters Annie and Hilary. " Ew!!! Rider and Samantha! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Rider laughed and I just blushed. Then, they ran out almost tackling me. " They are so cute. I wish I still had my brother." "What happened, baby girl?" Should I tell him? Shouldn't I be able to trust him since I'm practically dating the guy? Fine, I'll tell him. Later anyways. " I'll tell you later babe. Right now I wanna go downstairs and have some breakfast. Can I meet your mom and dad too?" " Sure.
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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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