The sun filtered light into the room brightening it. Outside was the chirping of wakening call of birds. Inside the room there was a slight creaking sound as the door opened and a shadow crept in, the floor boards squeaking a bit. It headed towards a bed in the middle of the room which a bundle of blankets were wrapped around a girl. She was around the age of 16, with brown long hair and short bangs across her forehead. This was the victim the shadow was heading for and it kept coming forward every few seconds, having a slight break in between, before starting again in case the girl woke up. When it reached the edge of the bed, it pulled out a frying pan... And with that, it started banging it on the post of the bed.
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibb bbbbb! Wake up!" What is that noise?...nnnmmmm...so warm. "Iiiiiiiibbbbbbb, we are going to the museum!" The blankets were thrown into the air and Ib jumped out of the bed and onto the shadow. "WHAT in carnation are you talking about Mary? I am trying to sleep and you suddenly just like come and start banging a FRYING PAN on my bed post! Sheesh!" Mary's golden hair fell over her face covering her upset expression. Ib looked closely at her from above for she had grown. She was now taller than her and more matured than her. For some reason Mary had not grown at all from when she was nine years old and neither her character changed. As ib looked closely she realised Mary was smiling. What is she up to? "Oh Mary don't worry! I'll forgive you because you are my one and only sister." She said enthusiastically playing along with Mary's act. Mary sniffed and embraced Ib in a hug. Her arms wrapped around Ib's waist tightly pulling tighter and tighter. Ib realised what she was trying to do and pushed out of her embrace. "Mary now's not the time to play. You did say we were going to a museum today, did you not." Ib was trying desperately to catch her attention again, because of Mary was scowling at her now. When Mary scowled it meant she would stamp a tantrum. Mary's scowl lifted into a smile. "Yeah! That's what I came in here for. To wake you and tell you that we are going at ten O'clock in the morning." Mary started to get bored from standing so she started to move around the room looking and touching things that interested her. "I can't wait to go ib. My friends will be there. It's so exciting that I can see them again. Even though time didn't re..." Mary's voice got quieter until Ib could barely hear what she was saying. There was something important about what Mary was mumbling, but her ranting was inaudible. Mary then walked out of the room leaving Ib some privacy to dress herself. What should I wear today? Hmm a red dress maybe. Yes a red dress would do fine. She twirled in the mirror as she admired herself. I look like a painting myself I suppose.
"Ib are you ready to go?" yelled Ib's mum. "Did you remember everything Ib? Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know the one you got for your sixteenth Birthday." Her voice echoed up the stairs. Ib came crashing down holding a purse and a white handkerchief with her name embroiled rose red on it. "Alright mum I know. Keep it safe in your pocket, don't lose it!"She repeated what her mum always told her when they went out somewhere special. They all clambered out of the house and got into the car. Mary always complained when they had to sit at the back of the car. She always wanted to sit at the wheel and Ib beside her with her parents at the back. Ha that would a change, thought Ib. Imagine her parent's faces if they saw that.
When they arrived at the Art Gallery Ib's mum explained whose art they were about to see. "Ok. Now Ib, Mary you are about to see some amazing art. Ib you probably don't remember, but you came with us when you were nine years old to this same exhibition, that only happens every three years. The artist has such fabulous arts such as Paintings, sculptures... and all kinds of other creations!" Ib's mother was shaking with excitement and memory. "Mum can you please tell me what the artist's name is." Ib's mum laughed. "That is so like you. Always asking for people's names, even people you don't know. Anyway we are here to see the works of a man named Guertena...Guertena...Guertena" The name echoed in her head and she tried to remember where she had heard that name before. Well of course she had heard it before when she came to visit at the age of nine, but still, it bothered her. "Come people let's get moving," Ib's father said cheerfully. As they entered the doors Mary grabbed Ib's arm and started to run a head. "Mum, I and Ib will be looking before you. Don't be bothered and get your Pamphlets at the register." Ib looked behind to see her father and mother's reaction and to her surprise they just calmly let her be taken away by a wild daughter. Oh that is so like mum, thought to herself. As they climbed up the stairs to the second floor, Mary let go of Ib's hand and turned to her. "My friends are up a head Ib. Do you want to see them?" she asked her head on an angle. "O-Ok Mary," Ib sighed. "Yes we can see your friends but after that let's take a look around with them instead of chit chatting." Mary smiled widely seeing that she would win this. She then continued up the stairs jumping them the rest of the way. Ib followed unwillingly, but she had to keep an eye on her sister for you'd never know what she was up to. As she finished climbing the stairs she stood around searching for Mary, for she had lost sight of her. Where could she have gone? Her eyes scanned groups of people walking around, seeing if her sister was among them. Ahh there she is. She jogged up to a group of girls that were gathered around a painting, with Mary in the middle. As she moved closer she could she their conversation.
Mary: "Hey guys don't you think that painting looks like someone"
Girl 1: "Really! I thought Guertena didn't base his work on people"
Mary: "But don't you think so. The facial features and hair really look like some real person."
Girl 2: "Ha Mary you're just imagining." The girl looked closer at the young lady sitting in a chair with long brown glossy hair. Her expression was sad, but her eyes were of cold glass.
Girl 1: "Hmm maybe. Could be possible, but I doubt it."
Mary: "Anyway let's look at another painting with more interesting things in it"
Girl 3: "Yeah I agree"
Girl 4: "Me too. But, hey wouldn't it be scary to meet someone who looked like that."
Girl 1:" Yeah. But it still is creepy. I have the feeling that she would jump out at me at any moment."
They started to move away and another visitor, a man stepped in front of the painting. "Sir what is that painting," Ib asked politely. The young man turned and gawped in front of her. Ib made a funny expression and took the chance to stare at the painting. "The Red Lady" it said at the top. As she looked she realised that she was in a red dress that looked the same as the one she was wearing. Whoa that sure is coincidence. She turned back to the man was still shocked with awe. "Umm sir could you please stop with that look. It is frightening," she said acting all innocent. "I have seen the Lady," The man muttered. "What?" she replied unsure. "I have seen The Red Lady. I have seen The Red Lady!" He repeated the sentence over and over again, getting louder and louder each time. He started walking away from her still looking at her just to make sure she was real. As he reached the stairs he was still looking at her. She was about to warn him that he might fall, but it was too late. There was a scream from a lady down stair and a crash. Oops! Not my fault. She continued on without looking back. She found Mary and the group of girls admiring a large piece of painting called the "Fabricated World." Beneath it was a white palette with writing on it. "Once you go in there, there is no going back. All your time will be lost. Will you still jump in?" They were so into the painting they didn't notice her arrival. "Umm, Mary are these your friends?" Mary turned around surprised, but when she realised it was Ib, she settled. "Yeah these are my friends. Hey let me introduce you!" She pulled Ib by the hand in front of all the young girls. They were much taller than Mary, she realised. How was she hanging around such girls? "This is Ib everybody. Ib meet everybody. Everybody meet Ib." What a weird introduction. All the girls' attention was on Ib. They were scanning her up and down. "Hi I'm Briana. Nice to meet you," One of the girls with cropped short hair said. "I like your dress. It stands out." Ib smiled sweetly, thinking Just smile and move along, hoping they wouldn't notice that she looked like "The Red Lady" in the painting. "Thank you," she replied in a lady like fashion. "Oh it's nothing, just my admiring and craving for that dress," Briana said continuing. The other girls came up and introduced themselves but they were shyer than Briana, talking a lot less. Ib looked at Mary seeing she was very happy with the girls getting along with her, but she wanted to look at more of the art. For some reason she had a thing for art and would always draw things in her book that she had vague image of. Some of her drawings didn't make sense but they told a story. "Mary. Would you mind if I have a look around for a bit? I want to see more of the paintings," she asked anxiously hoping that Mary would agree. To her surprise and joy Mary agreed. "Sure Ib. I knew you would want to take a look around. This place is like my home but not my re..." Mary started mumbling again. Ib wanted to hear more, but she had already started exploring. One of the interesting statues that caught her attention was called Embodiment of Spirit. The description besides it said "Beautiful at a glance, but if you get too close, it will induce pain. It can only blossom in wholesome bodies." She didn't understand what it meant but it felt important, like she knew it had an important part to play with something. As she admired a young boy came by. He was staring at the red petals lying on the ground near the rose. He was about to push past the barriers put up when Ib stopped him. "Hey! You know you're not allowed to go past the barriers. You'll get in trouble." He boy stared at her blankly as if didn't understand what she meant. "What's wrong with me touching the petals? I want to pick them up," he rudely replied with a spoilt rich kid tone. Ugh! Kids these days, she thought humorously to herself. "You'll get into trouble and I don't want that." By now the kid was away from the barrier but he was still putting up a fight. "You're no fun you know that. You're BORING!" He spat his tongue at her and walked off. What a rude, inconsiderate little boy! He deserves a spanking from my own hands. She continued exploring travelling up a hallway. She realised she hadn't looked at one of the paintings near the Red Lady. The words above the painting read "Forgotten Portrait." The painting was a very detailed one of a young man holding a blue rose. He appeared to be sleeping peacefully. He had very beautiful features his hair light shade of purple, with dark strands of blue hair on top. He was sleeping in a bed full of roses. There was a short description below the painting that was so small anyone could miss it. "Sacrifice for a loved one." The words hit her at full force. She didn't know, how but they affected her but they did making her head hurt. It felt as if something was going inside of her. She started hearing a buzzing noise in her head, her head starting to feel heavy. Where have I seen that man before? Her legs gave way and there was a sudden blackness. She could hear footsteps in the background and a laugh echoing, going on and on and on...
This is chapter one. Even though I don't it said that. Hopefully everything is spelled correct.
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