The Girl From Thion

Chapter 1

There he sat, examining everything his mother had left him and his brother. It wasn't a lot, just four simple boxes, most things had burned. Some of the things weren't even for them, but she hadn't said specifically who they were for, so they were given to the two most important people in her life. Quentin and Jacob Greenlee. Their mother had died several months ago in a fire, but Quentin could never bring himself to look at the things left for him and his brother 'till now. Jacob on the other hand, he just didn't care, he and their mom never got along very well. And once she was dead all he could say was "good riddance".

He expected this to be an emotionally painful process for he still hadn't come to terms with his mothers death, but he knew it was time to And it came as a surprise to Quentin because everyone knew that he was hit hardest by his moms death. They were close, really close. And so when the day of the funeral came, it didn't help that no one would even look him in the eye.

So he sat in the middle of the four boxes given to him and Jacob not sure which to open first. He did what he thought was the most reasonable thing to do. He stood up and pointed at each of them singing in a scratchy off-key voice, "eenie meenie miney mo" his finger was pointing to the one on the right of him, the smallest box of the four. He sat back down and took a sharp breath, hesitant to open the box.

Inside it contained a large black bag full of parsley and dead mint leaves. The mint leaves, sat at the bottom, crunching in his hand and falling in brown crumbles. And the parsley reeked of manure. "What the-?" he asked himself, why would his mother leave this to anybody?

Going clock wise he opened the next box that contained a large, thick, metal pot that looked much like a witches cauldron. Inside the pot was a box of dominoes and..... a realistic rubber mouse? He reached in to pick it up by the tail and realized it an actual dead mouse. Quentin dropped the mouse and let out a rather loud and girly scream.

"What the hell" he breathed.

The next box had the same contents as the first. A big bag of parsley and dead mint leaves with the addition of few board games a top hat, a Ziploc bag full of old dirty shoe laces, and a plastic magicians wand. All he did was stare and wonder the same thing as before why did my mom have this? Quentin slowly opened it hoping that maybe it would have something he would have the slightest bit of interest in. The first thing he saw was a flat box that held his mothers jewelry. He took that out and under it was a pair of keys, and a small, blue box with a soft outer covering. "Finally something interesting. Now whats in the box?" he asked himself.

He took hold of the box and stared at it. Getting ready to open it until he read the writing on the sheet of paper taped to it. Do Not Open it read. "Oh you're fucking kidding me... ". He put the mysterious box down and took a look at the keys. They were rusty and had a weird writing on them. Maybe they're important? No, what can you do with these? They're rusted what ever lock they belonged to was changed a long time ago.

"Maybe I should just open it. It is mine now after all" Quentin said as he picked up the box again and sat on his bed. "Jacob should be here, he would probably just open it right away, but then again he wanted nothing to do with mom. Couldn't he at least take a chance to see what was left for him? I mean she loved him to death even if they fought. She left him a car for Christ sake! She always said he was the 'responsible' one! How is going out every night and getting drunk being responsible?! I mean he got his licence suspended yesterday, for the third time!" Quentin shouted angrily to himself.

Just the thought of his brother made him furious him and his grip on the box tightened.But Quentin had every right to be upset, out of anger he jerked himself causing his thumb to flip the top off and the box flew out of his hand. Caught off guard, he did the first thing he could think of and dived off the bed to catch the box when he saw something small fly out of it. The box and the small object landed on his shirt as he fell to the floor next to his desk. He was on his back using his elbows to support his chest and up, while using one hand to remove the box on his stomach. He saw a part of the small object that flew covered in the ruffles of his red and black flannel and it looked a bit like hair with- movement? Quentin looked at it in surprise as he saw it move.

What if its a bug? Its most likely a bug, what else could it be? Why would my mom have a bug living in a box? What if its a spider, God I hate spiders.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt he pulled it down while whispering, "please don't be a spider, please don't be a spider". Whatever creature was on his shirt stood up, "spider? Where?" it spoke. Their back was facing Quentin as he stared at them in shock. This was no spider like Quentin thought, it had two legs and two arms, and short brown hair, it could even speak. Not the eight legs a beady eyes he expected.

Its a human. A very very unbelievably small human, no bigger then his thumb. How is this possible?!

"Don't you just hate-" they stopped speaking, their head looking up and taking note of their environment. Its small body, shakily and slowly turned around to face Quentin. His eyes grew wider to find the small being was a girl. The two stared at each other with the same looks of horrid and fear for a while 'till the small girl spoke. "H-h-hello," she said nervously, her voice was much louder then it would be expected from her small body. "H-hi" Quentin replied just as shocked and nervous as the girl on his shirt. "I um, I apologize" she said.

"Uh huh, okay" Quentin said quietly as he continued to stare at her. Quickly, he grabbed the clipboard he had hanging on the wall next to him and put it only inches away from the girl in hopes that she would walk on it. The girl hesitantly looked down at the board but made no move for it. Quentin wanted to speak up and say "will you please walk onto the board so I can safely get you on my desk while I have a melt down." But he only let out a nervous grunt and the look on his face said it all.

The girl walked onto the board and he gently placed the board and her on the table, she walked off and he put the clipboard back onto the wall. Once that was done Quentin sprung to his feet and started to wipe his shirt down while jumping around that small corner. It was as if he was doing some kind of funny dance that amused the girl.