Diana's Choice

Chapter 1: Cauldrons and...Frogs?

Tic... Tic... Tic.. The sound haunts me as I sit at the cold tan desk. Having my wooden pencil to my lips, we have to write about what we think we are as a person. Personally I don't even know whom I am as a person. I am the silent but strong type? Emo? Goth? I have no idea! Maybe my head is just and empty room with my lil Jimmy cricket in it staring at the paper with me and he is even confused.

Anyways, my name is Ophelia Orbs... Yeah I know weird name but who isn't just a bit weird these days. I'm the first kid my mother had and I'm not the last, she had my sister named leo, she is...Something.

Any who my attention was brought back when the bell started to ring, now starts lunch I always just go to the library or art room since no one really sits with me anyway. I unload my things by the smooth obsidian colored table and get my sketch book out, it was quiet, even if I dropped a paper it would echo from the lack of life. 

I was about to get my started on my upcoming assignment when my phone came to life... Buzzt... Buzzzzt... My mom. "Mom? Why are you calling me from the landline?" I waited for an answer, my mother usually curses the landline cause it always has issues but something caught my attention in the background when I heard a raspy almost demonic...growl? "Mo-" Within a flash the line went dead. My head goes blank, my heart feels as if it took its last beat, my hands get a bit clammy. I jump at the sudden crackle and squeal of the intercom "will Ophelia Orbs please come to the front office" And with that it went back to silence. 

I gather my belongings and walk down to the front office biting my lip, I can't help but feel nervous getting called down even though I know I haven't done anything. As I enter I see the secretary clacking away at the key board with her long scarlet red nails, she looks up at me and smiles then it fades "Ophelia you keep chewing on that lip off yours and one day you won't have one!" I roll my eyes. "I know auntie Des, why was I called?". Aunt Des is known to be well a bit spacey, she is a tall, slender, 34 year old woman, she is the best aunt known to man even though i don't know how i am related to her. "well your mom called and signed you out you are to go straight home" almost as if warning me, he eyes showing worry.  i just shrug it off and promise to her that id be careful as i start my for my car, being fifteen and having an 'aunt' that working in the school that the principle happen to have the hots for. hot aunts equal free parking and getting to drive. on my way to back home all the sounds in the area are the low playing of the radio, a calm sounding talk show while the low purring of the Mercedes amg gtr motor. this car just showed up recently in our long country driveway, nor do me and mother know where the Mercedes even came from, I suspected it was just a gift for one of our many rich family members that just don't associate with us due to the fact that moms a bit, you know, and insane, I guess, as I continued my drive down the country roads where our house is located in the swampy areas. I think to myself 'what could have been on the other line of that call?'.'It isn't normal to the fact that there was just a random growl at the end of the line, of course, if it's normal for you, then what kind of life do you live? Certainly not mine'. 'mines just a plain ordinary Janes, that is, I thought.' As I pull into the long country driveway, I stopped the car silence that isn't normal, usually there's birds singing, or the occasional crunching of the leaves under any small or large animal around the perimeter silence. I walk up to our dark oak door, and oddly, it's slowly creaks open with a slight quiet crrrrrrk. my mother prefers at anybody knocks just so she could see who it is, never understood, why I nobody ever pays us a visit, I look inside to find some things on the floor pages, pencils, anything really to be found in the house pictures, broken glass on the floor. A quick and my pay is still look through the house to see if my mother was around no sight. I hear footsteps upstairs, I grabbed the nearest thing to me to use as a weapon, a broom, a broken one, that is go me and my choices of weapons. I start up the stairs hoping not hoping not to make too much of a sound to alert anything that is up there. I reach the top and look in the poorly lit hallway. The last door at the end of the narrow Hall is opened...it is open my room, I slowly make my way to the room, there's a sound of something ripping. I peer inside And see it before me, a colossal creature with the body of a bear, the head of a reptile..almost like a bearded dragon, and the limbs of a lion. I try hard to not make a peep but with my bad luck I slip on a piece of paper in the Hall. The creature pauses and turns slowly, it's cold eyes and sharp teeth now shining in the sunlight from my window. Before I could even blink it barrels toward me frighten I prepare to meet my maker in the clouds and put my arms over my head and curl up in a pitiful ball. I feel something pass me and sounds as if it hurt the beast as it yelps loudly and bolts out of our country home. I unball my self to find....A giant Horned Frog?! --to be continued in next chapter--

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