Monster

Monster

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When she wakes up, she's different. She doesn't know what she was before, but she knows something is wrong. Her hair is jet black, matching the new wings she has. Her nails and talons are sharp as knives. She's afraid of herself. She's a monster, and she can't do anything about it. She can't have friends or a real home. She travels from place to place, searching for someone. She doesn't know who. She just feels a weird connection to someone, and they're close. She finds him. A boy, about her age. She realizes that he must've been someone from her past; a close friend. Maybe more. One day, she works up the courage to talk to him. He recognizes her. "Raven?"
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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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