How To: Draw Mythical Creatures (Original Story)
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The rest of our school day had been extremely boring. I probably would've failed the science test had it not been for the fact that I was extremely interested in the debate on the possibility of extra-terrestrial life that we had watched the previous day. Afterwards, Mrs. Hillard had suggested that we have a debate on a similar subject, with the help of our English teacher, of course. The assignment was going to take up two class periods a day. She and Mr. O'Henry, our English teacher (who we never really let live down the irony of his name), were planning on assigning groups after the test, and it was definitely a good thing that both teachers loved me, because I coincidentally got paired up with Ana.
We walked home from school, our backpacks loaded with books, and we began to chat a bit about what we might do our debate on.
"We could talk about...," I thought for a subject, "The possibility of life on other planets..."
Ana shook her head. "That's just copying what they did in the video..."
I scowled at Ana. "You're being difficult again."
Ana smiled. "Thanks, I try." We stopped at the edge of the street, ready to cross, when I got an idea. I pointed to the trees lining the sidewalk.
"I bet if we walk through there, we could get straight to our houses faster!" I said excitedly. Ana backed away.
"I don't know...," she said. "It doesn't look... safe!" she blurted out, obviously at loss for a better deterrent.
"Oh, come on, Ana," I said. "The sooner we get home the sooner we can decide on our subject for the debate..." Ana looked thoughtful for a moment. The idea of getting started ahead of time for a change was obviously appealing. "Besides, either way I'm going." I started walking in, smiling. She would follow. She always did.
Sure enough, only about a minute later, Ana called, "Hey! Wendy! Wait up!" I stopped and she ran up beside me, panting.
"Glad you could make it," I said with a smile. She scowled at me, and we began walking. We had been in the woods for about a half hour when Ana began to freak out.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" she asked.
"No, now just calm down and follow me."
That obviously wasn't reassuring enough. "Maybe... Maybe we should go back," she suggested, throwing suspicious glances at the ever-darkening canopy of trees above. I threw my arms up in a gesture of helplessness.
"You wanna go back, that's fine by me!" I kept walking.
"Oh my gosh, Wendy, you're so stupid! Do you know how many... things could be hiding in these woods!?"
"Yes, so there is no need to be throwing around insults," I said without a break in my stride. "Maybe it we help if you were a little nicer, Ana."
"I'll try being nicer if you try being smarter," she muttered. I used selective hearing for about the next ten minutes. But then I realized that maybe, just this one time, Ana was right. The sun was obviously setting quickly. Mom was going to be extremely worried. I stopped and looked around. There was no use denying it; I was lost. But I couldn't tell Ana that. She would start freaking out even more. I turned to my left, pointed, and said, "That way." She followed me without hesitation.
A noise came from behind us. A growl? A whimper? A bark? It seemed a mixture of the three. It was obviously from some dog-like animal, but it definitely didn't sound like a noise my dog, Jasper, would make. I turned around, but Ana didn't seem to have heard it.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," I answered hastily. "Just my imagination... again." I started walking a bit faster, positive it was the same noise I'd heard last night. Just a squirrel, just a squirrel, I kept saying to myself. But I was absolutely certain of one thing: a squirrel did not make that sound. I heard it again and again. And I kept moving faster and faster until I was in an all-out sprint. Ana grabbed my arm and forced me to stop.
"What is wrong!?" she yelled, and I knew it would be a bad idea to try and pretend that nothing was wrong when she obviously knew something was bothering me.
"I keep hearing this... this noise! And it's the same exact one I heard last night!" I answered. Ana stared at me.
"Come on, Wendy, enough with the squirrels!" she said.
"IT'S NOT A SQUIRREL!" I shouted. Just then, I saw something behind her. I gulped. "Definitely not a squirrel."
Anastasia turned around, and she seemed to be staring right at it, whatever it was. "What are you talking about?"
I grabbed her arm and pointed at it. "Right there! You are staring right at it!"
Ana blinked. "There is nothing there, Wendy." I stared at the spot where the thing was, but it hunched over and hobbled away. I blinked, shook my head, and began walking back in the way we were just headed. "I guess I'm just tired," I said, rubbing my eyes to try to prove me point. We finally came out a block away from our houses. "We made great time," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
Ana glared at me and huffed. "Whatever you say." We basically ran back to our houses, and separated to go home, panting loudly. I walked in, and mom and dad were staring me down.
"And where have you been this entire time?" dad barked.
"I... I...," I stammered, "Ana and I were taking a shortcut, and my phone was dead, so I couldn't call, and... it ended up taking longer than we thought..." Mom's gaze softened a bit; she was one of those people who couldn't stay mad for long.
"Just go upstairs and do your homework," she said, putting her hand to her forehead like she had a headache. She always did that when she had just been worrying. It was kind of her way of saying, "You scared me to death, but now I'm just glad you're okay."
I walked up to my room. "Somebody's in trouble," Jason, my older brother, teased. I punched him in the arm.
"Not really," I said. I walked into my room, closed the door, and locked it. Jasper was laying on his pillow in the corner, snoring. I opened up my desk drawer and took out a pad of paper, a pencil, and my drawing book, titled How to Draw: Mythical Creatures. I opened it to a random page, which turned out to be a picture of a goblin, and began sketching the image without even looking at the steps.
I was almost finished when I noticed something. I wasn't entirely sure what it was, but something was eerily familiar about the goblin. I stared at it for a few minutes, and then it dawned on me.
This picture was the exact same creature I'd seen in the woods.