The Boy and His Curse

The Boy and His Curse

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At first, I saw nothing. But as I looked closer, a small bell-shaped umbrella glistened above his head. It fitted him just right. The umbrella was a shimmer of swirling mist, opaque and red. His hand was wrapped around the silver handle. But that was not what surprised me, what took me further was the shower of rain magically pouring around the boy, only within his radius. His surroundings were unaffected. No wonder why he seemed so gloomy. There was excess rain bouncing off the umbrella which had reached me but I did not get wet. Believe me or not, even the ground was dry beneath his feet. "Why is it raining on you? Where does it come from?" My question would not make sense to anyone who had not seen how ridiculous his situation was. "Does the sky have a grudge upon you that it curses you even when you're indoors?" I looked at him full of curiosity.
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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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