Hey everyone! This is my first Spiderwick fiction, so don't be hard on me! I saw the movie and fell in love with it. I've had all sorts of plot bunnies running around in my head ever since. XD
P.S. This fic will be movie based until I get a chance to read the books.
WARNING: Theres a character death in le first chapter. But I never liked him anyways... teehee...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except for my OC. But if I did own Spiderwick, I'd make a sequel... hinthint...
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW IMMITURE YOU ARE!"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M IMMITURE?!"
"UUHH!" Mallory strangled a cry of frustration and stormed up the stairs towards her room, slamming the door as loud as she could, just to put the exclamation point on her temper tantrum.
"Oh yeah, I'm the immature one, Mal-"
"JARED! Enough! How can you be acting like this when we have so much to do still? We will never get this house back in order in time for your cousin's visit! You know how much Mallory is looking forward to seeing her again!"
"But mom-"
"No BUTS!" Helen sighed. She was so close to her wits end, yet again. She had thought that after fighting for each others lives that maybe, just maybe, her children could start getting along more. Maybe there wouldn't be anymore antagonizing, no more fights, but she was wrong. It was almost like everything went back to normal. "Just... just go to your room, Jared."
Jared opened his mouth as if to retort again but settled for closing his mouth and stomping up the stairs to his room in similar fashion to his sister just moments earlier.
Helen sighed and sat on the stairs, dropping the paintbrush she was currently wielding, and holding her head in her hands. They had come here for a new start. All they ended up with was a family growing more and more apart and a house that was torn to shreds. Helen rubbed her eyes and stood back up. This house wasn't going to fix itself.
"I only hope I can get all done before Rose comes... or else we'll have to come up with one hell of an excuse." She squat down and lathered her paintbrush with more paint, completely unaware she was being watched...
Hogsqueal stumbled and lurched as fast as he could. That bird was big, big, big, big, and did it look oh so juicy. Come on, come on, just a little closer!
Oh, he was so hungry. His stomach rumbled angrily. Or was that indigestion. He wasn't sure, but ether way, he wanted that bird, and he wanted it bad.
Just. One. More. Hop.
"Gottcha! Come here you tasty litt- AAH!"
Hogsqueal fell to the hard, cold ground, clutching his stomach. Ok, so maybe it was indigestion. And all thanks to his stomach ache, he lost that big, juicy, tasty-
"AAAHH!" Hogsqeal clutched his stomach again, but this time, went slightly pale. Something was moving in his stomach. Had he not chewed his last bird all of the way? Ok, it settled down again.
"Woow. That was one crazy bird. I gotta watch what I eat more often. Ooo, it that a blue j- AAH!!"
Hogsqueal's screamng didn't stop this time, not until he lie lifeless on the woodland floor, a gaping hole in his stomach.
"Well said."
Oooh no, bettcha can't figure out who that is! Actually, f you can't, you don't belong here:o Sorry for the short first chappy. Tis late but I was excited to get this started. I typed as fast as my scrawny fingers would let me:(
Mulgarath: She lies.
Shut up you.
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