Broken Portal
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Suddenly a red light burst into the dark cave of the monster dimension. The light came from an oval-shaped white portal on one of the ends of the monster dimension. With a pop sound it was dark again, the portal had gone out, the red light vanished. In its place was a little girl, around 6, with long black hair pulled up in a tight, proper pony tail. She was wearing a black leotard with matching sweats over it, as well as a matching sweatshirt. She looked like a rich kid heading to gymnastics. But that wasn't all she was, she couldn't be, if the portal had opened up for her. Her violet eyes shined as she came through the portal with a kick, which hit a man standing next to the portal. Surprised, he fell back. The little girl kept her ground, but the man laughed as he got up. "Feisty one, eh? Like a little ninja- that's it, Ninja! That'll be your name. Welcome to the gang, kid." Ninja looked up at the man, and saw other little kid's pop up from behind him. That little 'feisty' girl was me. I'm Ninja 'Nin'- Well I don't really have a last name. But this is my story, about growing up in the Monster Dimension.
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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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