Here the story I've been working on for almost a year. It's only the 1st chapter but If you like, you can read the rest up to chapter 9 in my journal. Well here goes...
Twisted Mirrors
By: Kisora T
Chapter One
It was a sunny Saturday morning. The birds chirped outside of our home as the sun rose from behind the horizon. Our house remained quiet with sleep still under the doors. However, I knew what today meant. My father would return.
Sleepily I rose from the conforts of my soft bed and I crawled out into the living room to watch Saturday cartoons. I almost fell back asleep on the couch when I heard his voice.
“I’m home! ” My dad shouted through the doorway. I leapt up from the couch and shut off the tv; Spongebob would have to wait. Sliding around the corner, I saw him. He was very tall and had an air of importance about him. His shiny black hair was flat as usual and had a thin beard from his sideburns down to his chin. Like us, he had caramel colored skin.
The house was exactly the same as he left it. The livingroom was down the small hall and the kitchen was to the immediate right.
“Dad!” I heard my sister, Rixia, say. It had been at least two weeks since my dad left for his ‘oceanic abyss exploration’, as he liked to call it.
“Hey, Rixia. Hey, Auxion.” He called lovingly. He had his brief case on his shoulder, but he hugged us both, right there in the living room.
I smiled at his slight bluntness and then looked my dad in the face.
“I’m glad you’re home,” I whispered. He grinned.
“Me too,” He looked at Rixia, my sister. “How could I forget about you my little angel ” He kissed her on the forehead and she began to blush. She knew she liked it too.
Most 14 year old girls wouldn’t be so happy to see their fathers, yet Rixia was different. She had an absent and dreamy personality and appearance. But she was very nice although selective. I think she only had three friends. But enough about her; my father, as you probably already know explored the ocean, bringing back artifacts and trinkets. It was nice to hear his usual deep, kind voice .
And then there’s me. My name is Auxion Tempis and I am eleven. I’m friends with the weirdos at school. Rumor has it that we’re outcasts. I like to think otherwise, but jeez, I guess that’s how 6th grade goes.
I didn’t notice this at first but he held something behind him. Rixia also looked at the package with keen interest.
“Hey, what’s that behind your back?” I asked, looking behind to the right and left. Wow, it was sad to see him trying to hide that from us.
“Nothing...” He said slowly.
“C’mon dad,” Rixia said, picking up on the conversation.
“Do you really want to know?” He asked, his eyebrows up with a little bit of the “why do I need this?” face.
“Yes,” my sister and I said at the same time. He sighed.
“Fine. We picked up some artifacts, but we have to do more research, so...I’ll show you later,” My father remarked. He seemed slightly annoyed.
“Well...At least tell us how you got it.” Rixia inquired.
He smiled. “It was the wildest thing! We were in our mini submarine, and we were just about to turn back, there was a wave of water that knocked our sub all over, but when we straightened out, there was a metal chest sitting unharmed on the ocean floor.” His eyes sparkled with the memory, “So, we grabbed it and hauled it up to the boat. But the captain told me to keep it secret after he did a bit of research on the items. So now I have to do more research and–“ He stopped and looked Rixia down. Then said in a slower voice:
“That’s when I requested if I could return home, and here I am. And that’s all I’m going to tell you so don’t you ask me anything else.” He added a face of mock anger, although we both knew that he was just trying to be tough or scare us off.
I paid attention to every word he said sucking it all in like a sponge. Then I shot a look at Rixia who stared back at me, blankly.
“Well...I’m going to my room.” I announced
“I’m going to my office.” said my dad.
“And I’m gonna get a bite to eat.” said my sister. And with that we went our separate ways.
I turned around and went down the hallway into my bedroom. “God, I need to clean this,” I thought once I opened the door.
What was inside of the box behind his back bugged me as I mindlessly played Pokemon, not paying attention that I was going to beat the game. Throughly bored, I threw some clothes into the hamper, when it hit me like a train. Ok, maybe not a train, maybe a motor scooter. Either way, I just had an idea; a pesky little plan that just might work.
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