you're okay.

you're okay.

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It's words were unusual. Completely Foreign to him. He couldn't help but tilt his head in curiosity as he saw the creature reach up towards the strange object that was much taller than it. It suddenly started making strange noises from its throat, as if to soothe the tall object. When it stopped, it kept repeating a word before a flash of blue leapt into its arms. Before he could get a good look at the creature, the tall creature sped away in a hurry. As the tall creature hurried away, he found himself looking after it. When he finally decided it was gone, he began to think about what it said. Before he could even process what he was doing, he found himself saying the word in a hesitate raspy voice. "H...Happy,"
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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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