I'm hiding in my mom's closet. IT was the only way for me to be an toàn, két an toàn from . . . the mirror. I know this sounds ridiculous but bạn wil understand when bạn hear my story.
It all started when my friend, Bella, received an ancient mirror from her grandmother. Her granny had đã đưa ý kiến it shows the truth within someone.
Everything was okay at first. Bella used the mirror rarely to fix her hair hoặc something. Then things took a change for the worst.
Our other friend, Hanna, was sitting tiếp theo to Bella at the lunch bàn so I sat tiếp theo to them. Hanna was desperately trying to tell bella about her encounter with Stinky Sam.
"Bella! bạn are not even listening." Hanna waved her hand in Bella's face. Bella was staring into the mirror. She kept fixing her hair and mumbling nonsense to herself.
"What's with her?" I pointed in Bella's direction while muching on a carrot.
"She has not stopped staring at herself in that stupid mirror."
"It is not stupid," đã đưa ý kiến Bella without looking up.
"Sorry," muttered Hanna. "Terry, can bạn talk her out of it?"
"I can try," I grabbed Bella's arm and snatched it out of her long, brown hair. she still looked at the mirror. Then I tried to take the mirror from her and almost got my arm ripped off.
"No one touches my mirror," threaten Bella/ She swatted my arm away and took her mirror back.
"She's lost," I said. "Come on, bạn can tell me all about Stinky Sam"
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The tiếp theo ngày was Saturday and we had all agreed that we would go over to Bella's house. Since Bella had not called to cance, I went over there.
Her granny opened the door for me. "Hanna and Bella are in the basement. Do not touch anything!" She wobbled away to the kitchen.
I never liked it at Bella's house because her granny kept weird jars of substances scattered around the house.
There was a rumor that their family are secretly witches. I do not believe in those rumors but I do believe that they are creepy.
When I got to the basement, Hanna was painting her nails and Bella was doing what she has been doing since she got that stupid mirror, looking into the mirror.
Bella looked different. Her dark brown hair was now dirty blonde. Her usual light blues ahd turned dark blue. Was she wearing contacts and why does her wig look so real?
"Like my new look?" Bella glanced up at me. The Bella Spells that I knew did not car about her looks. She was usually đọc hoặc studying. "With this mirror, I can now see what is wrong with me."
Hanna turned to me and said, " I told her she looked pretty before the transformation. Terry, please do something."
"Why me?"
"just do something."
"Fine," I sighed. "Bella, do bạn want to do something rather than stare at yourself?"
"You are right," she agreed.
"I am?"
"Yeah, I should be brushing my hair instead." she got up and ran out of the basement and to her bathroom.
'What are we going to do with her?" Hanna's face was filled with worry and she hates to worry. She swears it causes frown lines.
Bella's granny stood in the basement's doorway. "You can not do anything. The mirror will slowly possess her and then she will become thêm beautiful then ever."
"But why do bạn care how she appears?" I asked.
"Well, my red-headed friend, unlike you, her beauty can come with powers. Those can be used to achieve anything and everything. I want that power again."
"Again? What do bạn mean bởi again? And what if it doesn't work?" Hanna looked angrily at the grandma.
"I once had the power then I became old and had to wait. I never had a daughter but my son did. Anyways, It will work. I has to work."
"What if we destroy it?" I took one confident step towards the old lady.
"If bạn do that, then i guess I will have to kill you."
Bella made a reappearance but this time her were red and her hair was wild and crazy. She started to attack us with anything she could get her hands on. Hanna and I managed to escape but all is not well. bella and her gran are still alive an they will not stop until we are dead.
The End
It all started when my friend, Bella, received an ancient mirror from her grandmother. Her granny had đã đưa ý kiến it shows the truth within someone.
Everything was okay at first. Bella used the mirror rarely to fix her hair hoặc something. Then things took a change for the worst.
Our other friend, Hanna, was sitting tiếp theo to Bella at the lunch bàn so I sat tiếp theo to them. Hanna was desperately trying to tell bella about her encounter with Stinky Sam.
"Bella! bạn are not even listening." Hanna waved her hand in Bella's face. Bella was staring into the mirror. She kept fixing her hair and mumbling nonsense to herself.
"What's with her?" I pointed in Bella's direction while muching on a carrot.
"She has not stopped staring at herself in that stupid mirror."
"It is not stupid," đã đưa ý kiến Bella without looking up.
"Sorry," muttered Hanna. "Terry, can bạn talk her out of it?"
"I can try," I grabbed Bella's arm and snatched it out of her long, brown hair. she still looked at the mirror. Then I tried to take the mirror from her and almost got my arm ripped off.
"No one touches my mirror," threaten Bella/ She swatted my arm away and took her mirror back.
"She's lost," I said. "Come on, bạn can tell me all about Stinky Sam"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The tiếp theo ngày was Saturday and we had all agreed that we would go over to Bella's house. Since Bella had not called to cance, I went over there.
Her granny opened the door for me. "Hanna and Bella are in the basement. Do not touch anything!" She wobbled away to the kitchen.
I never liked it at Bella's house because her granny kept weird jars of substances scattered around the house.
There was a rumor that their family are secretly witches. I do not believe in those rumors but I do believe that they are creepy.
When I got to the basement, Hanna was painting her nails and Bella was doing what she has been doing since she got that stupid mirror, looking into the mirror.
Bella looked different. Her dark brown hair was now dirty blonde. Her usual light blues ahd turned dark blue. Was she wearing contacts and why does her wig look so real?
"Like my new look?" Bella glanced up at me. The Bella Spells that I knew did not car about her looks. She was usually đọc hoặc studying. "With this mirror, I can now see what is wrong with me."
Hanna turned to me and said, " I told her she looked pretty before the transformation. Terry, please do something."
"Why me?"
"just do something."
"Fine," I sighed. "Bella, do bạn want to do something rather than stare at yourself?"
"You are right," she agreed.
"I am?"
"Yeah, I should be brushing my hair instead." she got up and ran out of the basement and to her bathroom.
'What are we going to do with her?" Hanna's face was filled with worry and she hates to worry. She swears it causes frown lines.
Bella's granny stood in the basement's doorway. "You can not do anything. The mirror will slowly possess her and then she will become thêm beautiful then ever."
"But why do bạn care how she appears?" I asked.
"Well, my red-headed friend, unlike you, her beauty can come with powers. Those can be used to achieve anything and everything. I want that power again."
"Again? What do bạn mean bởi again? And what if it doesn't work?" Hanna looked angrily at the grandma.
"I once had the power then I became old and had to wait. I never had a daughter but my son did. Anyways, It will work. I has to work."
"What if we destroy it?" I took one confident step towards the old lady.
"If bạn do that, then i guess I will have to kill you."
Bella made a reappearance but this time her were red and her hair was wild and crazy. She started to attack us with anything she could get her hands on. Hanna and I managed to escape but all is not well. bella and her gran are still alive an they will not stop until we are dead.
The End
Saukerl
We are going separate ways.
We must leave each other,
Though I regret it,
There is nothing either of us
Can do.
We are going separate ways.
The bright light shines in our futures,
For the separate ways we go
Are the best for each of us.
We must leave for the good of it,
Though I don't want to,
And I know bạn don't either.
But it is important that we do.
It is never easy
Doing what we do the worst,
Leaving each other,
And the thoughts that we are...
Best friends...leaving each other...
We must go our separate ways.
For our own good.
And we pray that one day...
We will meet each other again.
And we will.
We must leave each other,
Though I regret it,
There is nothing either of us
Can do.
We are going separate ways.
The bright light shines in our futures,
For the separate ways we go
Are the best for each of us.
We must leave for the good of it,
Though I don't want to,
And I know bạn don't either.
But it is important that we do.
It is never easy
Doing what we do the worst,
Leaving each other,
And the thoughts that we are...
Best friends...leaving each other...
We must go our separate ways.
For our own good.
And we pray that one day...
We will meet each other again.
And we will.
On a starry sky
In the moonlight
At midnight
When I think of you
My tim, trái tim beats faster
For there is no one like you
Who makes my ngày perfect
Make my body to go numb
Lose myself
And forever hold that smile on my face
Its true that we are
Now on our separate ways
With the promises aside
That we'll meet again
For again might also mean
The tiếp theo moment
hoặc maybe never
bạn may di chuyển on
Find your perfect princess
In this imperfect world
But to me
You'll always be
My prince charming
And thus the câu hỏi remains
Should I di chuyển on?
Should I forget?
Is this the destiny of my life?
Only time will tell
But until then
You'll hold a fragment of my soul
For my mind wants to di chuyển on
But my tim, trái tim stays persistent
That you'll one ngày turn unto me
In the moonlight
At midnight
When I think of you
My tim, trái tim beats faster
For there is no one like you
Who makes my ngày perfect
Make my body to go numb
Lose myself
And forever hold that smile on my face
Its true that we are
Now on our separate ways
With the promises aside
That we'll meet again
For again might also mean
The tiếp theo moment
hoặc maybe never
bạn may di chuyển on
Find your perfect princess
In this imperfect world
But to me
You'll always be
My prince charming
And thus the câu hỏi remains
Should I di chuyển on?
Should I forget?
Is this the destiny of my life?
Only time will tell
But until then
You'll hold a fragment of my soul
For my mind wants to di chuyển on
But my tim, trái tim stays persistent
That you'll one ngày turn unto me
