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Rei-chan ^/.^

Night Mirror: Chapter Two

I’m in to vampires, demons, angels, and crap like that. My room is filled with books and movies about them. I started liking them when I was 5 years old. Right before my mom left, she had taken me to this museum thing, and inside were the most beautiful pictures. The pictures were of angels, vampires, and other mythical creatures, and in the middle of the whole museum was a statue. It was of an angel, she was so pretty, but she looked so sad. Her face looked like she about to cry, it was so sad. I had asked my mommy, ”Mommy why does that angel look sad?”
“Well, Emily, I don’t know, but your right she does look sad.” my mom said looking up at the angels face. I my mom’s voice sounded sad when she said that. I looked up at her face to see she was crying.
“Mommy, what’s wrong mommy?” I said grabbing my mom’s dress, and stared at her.
“Its nothing, dear, do you want to look at the paintings now?” she asked walking away from the statue to look at a picture. Ever since then I go to that museum to look and read about mythical creatures almost every week, I loved it there. And I’d have to say that’s how I got in to mythical creatures.

I pulled into the school parking lot, and found an empty parking spot. Getting out of the car I see my friend walking towards the school. Running towards her I yell,
“Yo Meroko, wait up.”
Meroko turned around, smiled, and waved.
“So Emily, anything interesting happen to you over the weekend?” Meroko asked opening the door.
“I had the weirdest dream last night, I was in a dark empty house. And there was this empty room, but I guess it wasn’t empty cause in it there was this HUGE mirror. It had cravings on it of an angel and a demon. When I touched it, I felt this sharp pain, and then woke up.” I said walking in the door.
“Wow, do you think it means anything?” Meroko had this thing for thinking dreams mean something.
“I doubt it, but when I think about it. The angel on the mirror was the same as the angel in that museum. ” I said as we sat down at our desks. She got this excited look on her face. But before she could say anything else the teacher came in and started the class.