Hi guys! I'm BlackSwanGirl, and this is my first fanfiction. I do except constructive criticism, but please go easy on me.
Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening
POV Ember
I woke up to yet again, another scream. I slowly sighed, knowing, without looking at my clock, that it was far to early to be awake. I rolled over and closed my eyes, but this was the fourth scream and now I was curious. I stood, stretching. I walked over to my dresser to get dressed. Once I was ready in my simple purple dress, I quickly walked down the hall to the right of my room. I looked around, searching for the source of the scream. There was a small yowl from the room closest to me, so I stepped in.
The scene in front of me was, oddly, a normal one. My older sister, Evangeline was crouching on her pink bed, scowling at an imp on the ground. She looked up as I came in. "Ember! Good, your here." She said, still scowling. "Your crazy imp has been tearing up my shoes. He's going for my favorite dress next!" And sure enough, there were scraps of shoes around Jeremy, my imp. And sure enough, he was eyeing the lime green sparkling dress the Evangeline was wearing. I giggled. "It's not funny!" My sister cried as I picked up the squirming imp. "It's not funny at all! You know, I think it's that imps name. Human names are such a snooze fest. Well, besides Sophie, of course," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. I sighed and left the room.
As I entered my own room to put Jeremy back in his cage, my younger sister Faybelle popped out of her closet. She was laughing. "Did (gasp) you (gasp) see (giggle) the look (gasp) on her (giggle) face?" She asked between breaths. I giggled to. My little sister was a prankster, and sometimes it rubs off on me. The bonus was Faybelle's prankee, Evangeline, who was the easiest to prank because of her fashion obsessed nature. But telling Faybelle this was unwise. My mother didn't like it when Faybelle pranked people, and I was always blamed for her actions. So I stopped giggling and dragged Faybelle downstairs into the kitchen.
My mother, Sophie Vacker, was already eating her breakfast. "Jeez, your up early. Did something happen?" My mother asked. Both of us were silent. We knew Evangeline would tell later, and the more time to think up and excuse story, the better. We both shook there heads and sat down to eat.
Suddenly, a chair appeared out of nowhere. Soon afterwards, a person appeared on it. Evangeline was the most talented conjurer ever, and the only one who knew how to conjure herself. She called it "transporting".
"Do you know what face this is?" She asked me and Faybelle. "No," we both chorused, even though they knew exactly what "face" it was. "THIS IS MY MAD FACE!" Evangeline screamed. She turned to face their mother. "These little animals sent Jeremy into my room AGAIN!" My mother looked like she was trying to keep a straight face. "Oh, did they?" She said with a cough that sounded very much like a snort. "Well girls, that was very wrong of you. I'm sending you to Aunt Biana's tonight." We both groaned. Aunt Biana was a fashionista, and when they went over, our main goal was to avoid her. But that never happened, because Biana was a vanisher, and we always ended up ironing her best dresses for her parties.
I tromped upstairs, wishing that I had not investigated the scream. I sighed for what seemed the millionth time this morning, and finished doing my before school chores. Then I tromped back downstairs and said goodbye to Mom, then grabbed Faybelle and light leaped to Foxfire.
Okay, I know, I know, it's short. But I have a habit of writing short chapters. Please deal.