Schule der Nacht

Schule der Nacht

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"So fertig, jetzt hatte ich mich in der Schule der Nacht, Der Monster High und der House of Night eingeschrieben. Da stand ich werde in kurzer Zeit erfahren ob sie mich annehmen." Ich bin zwar nur zur hälfte Vampir aber sie werden mich aufgrund meiner Noten bestimmt nehmen, und was wenn nicht ? Drei Tage später kamen drei Briefe von drei verschiedenen Schulen. Als meine Mom sie mir gab zitterte ich obwohl mir nicht kalt sein Konnte, aber das ein anderen mal was stand in den Briefen drinnen? Was ich las verschlug mir den Atem.Ich rannte in mein Zimmer und schloss mich ein. Das hatte ich nun wirklich nicht erwartet. Ich fing an zu weinen.
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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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