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Remember This

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I never wanted to grow up, but I'm soon starting to change my mind when something unexplainable happened. It all happened when a drop of rain fell to my notebook which is filled with the stories I wrote during my spare time and me blacking out that I ended up in my own stories. How is that possible right? There's one problem, I write stories according to my mood. Horror when gloomy, Comedy when joyful, Brutal when angered, Historical when bored, and Tragedies when sad. I'm struggling to survive, I might actually meet friends, foes (and maybe love?) along the way. Read on to know my crazy adventure in my stories and I surely will not believe that my characters are actually changing my point of view of growing up. Something good and bad happens once in a while anyways so why not?
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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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