Diana And The Small Laboratory That Changed Her Life

Part 1

"Diana!," my sister yelled as I set one foot into the house. Before the disappearance of Mother Magnolia-Canathale ( Mags ) was bearable. Now, well not as much. She believes that she is the woman of the house. I beg to differ. "Diana get down here this instant!". I race down the large foyer into our larger than average dining room with the silver windows and silk rug. My sister is waiting there and boy, does she look like Mother! Mother was always tall and graceful. She had long, beautiful caramel hair that hung in waves and green eyes. She was 50% French and 50% Roman which explained her olive complexion. I on the other hand looked Chinese like Dad but I looked more like Aunt 咪咪. I was porky, with a short black bob that was always tangled and not straight at all, and almond shaped green eyes that were watery and not pure green like Mothers. I also had chubby cheeks and pimply skin. In other words I was the exact opposite of Mags and Mother. Dad is tall and is the stereotypical Asian. He went to Trinity and then was accepted into Yale. Dad is a world famous scientist but is actually a complete softy. Unlike Mother. The departure happened 4 years ago. I was 7 and Mags was 12. "Diana Aimer Yang-Lee" Mags shouts. "Coming!" I reply. I race into Mags' bedroom and trip on Embonpoint our very fat white cat. "Diana, vous êtes une honte", Mags screeches. I pick up Embonpoint and calmly say "I don't speak French." This infuriates her even more. "You are a disgrace! Dad, Dr. Yang-Lee, says that if you don't start shaping up, and acting like a daughter of his he is going to send you to boot camp... in France!" she yells. Everything stops for a moment. France is not where I belong. I know she is telling the truth. Tears slip down my cheeks. Everything is in slow-motion as I run downstairs to my room and hide in the corner. I take out a picture of Aunt Maryann-Cecilia, Uncle Jean and my cousin Louis in France. I throw the picture against the wall and glass shatters. Embonpoint comes into my room and curls up arounds my feet. I hoist her up and put her on the shelf. In doing so, my elbow brushes against a book called 'Vous ne devriez pas avoir touché ce livre. Maintenant, vous serez transporté à Poudlard'. Suddenly my bookcase disappears and I fall down a flight of stairs into a laboratory covered in cobwebs. I stumble back until I fall onto a table. I try to sit up but my lack of muscle makes my thighs crash into a big pad with lots of buttons. My head aches as I roll off of the table and onto one that has lots of wires. The computer starts beeping and now all I see is red....