Okay, I'd better type this before I forget…
Chapter 3
Ophelia
When I wake up the next morning, I run into the living room to watch TV. Although it's only 6:00 am, I'm still able to find shows I like. After all, weekday mornings are pretty much dedicated to little kids, aren't they?
At around 9:00, Mom walks in the room, with Dad following closely behind. I can tell that they both just woke up, as their hair is messy and their eyes are half closed.
"Ophelia," Mom says to me, her voice groggy, "what time did you wake up?"
"6:00," I reply energetically.
Both of their eyes widen at the thought of waking up that early. "Well, in any case," Dad says, "we should all probably get dressed. The others will be here soon."
So they go to their room while I go to mine, quickly throwing on a red shirt with flowers and a pair of blue jeans. Mom comes in to help me with my hair. I can never seem to get the back of it…after she puts it into a ponytail for me, I go watch more TV until everyone else gets here.
A few minutes later, I hear Dad's voice call out, "Neriah's here!"
I smile and turn off the TV, running out the door to greet them. "Hi, Aunty Neriah!" I exclaim, hugging her.
"Hi, Ophelia," she says, laughing. Ambrosine stands behind her, holding onto her leg. That girl's always been the shyest of the three of us.
Mom and Dad come out. Mom goes over to Aunt Neriah and hugs her. "Hi, Neriah!" she says.
"Hey, Isabel!" While Mom bends down to hug Ambrosine, Dad asks, "Where's Matt?"
"Oh, he's a little busy right now, so he told me to just take Ambrosine and come without him."
Mom stands back up. "What, so now he's so important that he doesn't have time for his own sister?" She has her hands on her hips.
"Isabel, it's not like that," Aunt Neriah tries, but we all know it's useless.
"No, I don't care. He's only had the position of 'leader of the Tribunal' for a night, and it's already interfering with the time he's supposed to be spending with us!"
"Uh oh, who's gone and made Isabel mad now?" Ethan asks, coming up behind Aunt Neriah with Rochelle and Blaze.
"Who do you think?" Dad replies. "Same person as always."
Rochelle sighs. "What's Matt done now?"
Mom answers. "He's taking his new position way too far and decided to stay with everyone back in Athens rather than coming to visit the rest of us."
"Isabel-" Aunt Neriah tries again, but with no luck.
"Look, Neriah, I doubt there's anything you have to say that will change how I feel."
"No, but hopefully I can do that."
We all turn around to see Uncle Matt come up. But, if anything, that just make Mom even angrier.
"Oh, so now you decide to show up?" she yells.
"I was always going to come," he replies, "which you would have known if you'd listened to what Neriah had to say."
I can tell that this is going to get ugly, so I grab Ambrosine and Blaze, pulling them into my room.
What do you think of Ophelia's POV? I don't care if you hate it, cuz I've already written this entire fic out, and I'm not changing it. And yes, there is an important reason why I decided to use her POV, but you'll just have to wait to find out what that is, now won't you?
