The Girl From Thion

Chapter 2

Quentin was pacing back and forth between the small space of his bed and desk, until he rolled over his bed while saying "this isn't happening" over and over. "This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real" he said to himself quietly though the girl still heard him. "Are-are you okay?" she asked him as he paced around. If Quentin was being completely honest: he was freaking out. There was a strange un-humanly sized girl on his desk. And he just couldn't deal, to him that just not something that happened everyday actual that's not something that happened at all. But it could be told that, that was false as it had just happened.

"Well there's a girl no bigger then the size of my thumb standing on my desk...So no! I'm not okay!" He shouted slamming his fist on the corner of the desk, causing the girl to yelp, jump back and fall. Quickly he lowered himself down so his face was the same level as the table. It took Quentin only a second to realize what he had done when he started to say "oh my gosh, I-I'm I'm-" but he was cut off by the girl who's name he still did not know said "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

" S-sorry? Sorry for what?" "anything and everything I've done to annoy you or make you hate me so badly" she said quietly yet calmly. "It must have been really bad for you to put this curse on me, but just tell me how I can make it up to you, just please, don't hurt me" she says putting her hands up to block her face and walking backwards until shes up against the wall.

He was shocked that she thought he would hurt her, "I-I won't, I wouldn't ever! I would never. How is this even possible?.... Curses don't exist, magic doesn't exist" "if they don't exist then how do you explain this?" The girl asked gesturing to herself. "I-I don't know," he said giving an exaggerated sigh, before it hit him. "The box!" Quentin said quickly as he hopped on his bed to grab the box then returning to his chair. "You came out from the box so get in it! And then 'poof' you'll be gone! we can act like this never happened" He said getting rather close to the girl , she looked down into the box before backing away and saying " I'd rather not...Its not that it looks like you're trying to murder me" she said glance up before looking back down at the box, "but I don't trust you and it seems like you're trying to murder me". He gave a sigh before saying "you really don't have any other options" she gave a sigh but reluctantly, jumped into the box.

"1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!" He slowly took the top off and found the girl was still in the box with her arms crossed.

"Shit!"
"Damn."

He placed the box back on the desk and she crawled out. He wanted to take the chance and get a good look at her, like really look at her. But getting really close and in her face probably wouldn't be the best idea. The girl was just as scared as Quentin most likely even more scared he thought. The girl was the size of his thumb and had the threat of being squashed. In Quentin's view he thought he was intimidating to her and he didn't like it, he never liked the thought of people becoming scared of him, it was like being a monster in his eyes. And a monster was something he never wanted to be. It felt like he was superior to that person, which wasn't true. They were equal, and he wanted people to know that, but it seemed like it was going to be much harder to get the message to the girl. 

 "That didn't work....So uh, how long were you in that box?" he asked trying to make conversation "I have no memory of being in that box until I fell out of it" she said taking a seat on a bottle cap. "So, you're a sorcerer? I mean only the most powerful sorcerers can put this kind of curse on someone." "You think I did this? I-I-I-I didn't even know magic existed until a few minutes ago." "If you didn't do this then how did I get he- where am I?" she asked confused as she looked around the room that belonged to Quentin: dark blue walls, ceiling fan, posters of bands, an overflowing bookshelf, his bed and the white desk lit by a small lamp . "You are in the United States of America, Washington D.C , my bedroom" he announced. "The what-y what what?" she said clearly confused making Quentin chuckle, "never mind, whats your name?You do have a name right?" he asked, but he wasn't joking when he didn't actually know if she had a name.