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On a Wild Goose Chase

On a Wild Goose Chase

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Romance
Mum tells me to not waste my time. Dad tells me I am too young to worry about it. Pia just calls it 'luck'. But I know...it is just too shy. Someday or the other it is bound to come out. If it doesn't, I'll find it. "Diya! Look at the mess you've made of our room!" "Sorry Pia, I promise to clean up later. Just you wait till I find it." "Find what ?" "Talent." But am I really on a wild goose chase ?
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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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