I broke a mirror and now I'm convinced I have bad luck. Sniffling, I bent down to clean up the broken pieces.
"Don't touch it," my friend snarled. Confused and frightened, I looked up. This person standing before was not my friend. Her big brown eyes had been replaced with yellow ones and where her smile should have been in place was now a frown.
I backed away from her still frightened. She grinned, sensing my fear. "You're not going anywhere," she smirked threateningly.