(Y/N's POV)
I wake up. I can't recognize the place I'm in. I'm on a bed, a bit old since it creaks as I get off. Beds aren't a common piece of furniture to have in a pond home. I'm not on water or lily pads. I look down and realize I'm standing on a floor of wood. Only rich ducks owned high quality houses like this. I don't feel very normal. There's a mirror on a wooden drawer with metal handles. I walk towards it to check my reflection.
Once I look into the mirror, I fall back in shock. That thing in the mirror... it's not me. That's not me. Is it? No. The thing in the mirror looks nothing like the way I do. It looks (basically imagine yourself, but maybe a bit messier and hurt? lol sorry if it makes no sense). What happened to me? I'll find out later. I need to know where I am. There's a door. I open it and walk out.
There's a staircase. I'm surprised, not many ducks are able to get homes like this, with multiple floors. I cautiously look down the staircase. I don't see anyone. I stand there for about 10 seconds, then hear faint voices. I don't know what they're saying, but it seems that there are two of them. They're arguing.
For about a minute, I listen to them talk. I don't manage to catch much of what they say. I did hear "worthless mistake" and "waste of time" though. It must've been bad, whatever happened. The voices suddenly stop. Then, a loud thud resounds through the house. I hear something, or someone, perhaps, fall. Footsteps. They're coming in my direction. I don't feel safe. I quickly retreat into the room and jump into bed, pulling the covers over my face and shutting my eyes.
What you can't see can't hurt you, right?
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Life of Duck
FantasyYou are a duck, and you are going to a school. For ducks. Have fun, this book has no planning whatsoever. Edit: Did not expect to add an ending like that-
