How To: Draw Mythical Creatures (Original Story)

Wednesday's POV

I tapped my foot impatiently and glared at my watch. I was positive Anastasia was being slow in getting out of the school. She probably didn't want me to prove myself insane. But she just had to see it. She had to. The only problem that bugged me was whether or not she could. Was there some sort of power I possessed or something that gave me the ability to see things others couldn't?
I took my drawing book out of my bag. She had to see it. I took out the multiple sketches I had done of the goblin from memory. They matched perfectly with the drawing book's version. I looked around, and sat down with my back to the wall, and began to read the little bit of information on the goblins:
Goblins are nomadic creatures, finding places to sleep in dead trees and underneath rocks covered in moss. Though they can be very playful on some occasions, they are best left alone, as a goblin's smile alone is enough to curdle blood, and its laugh is able to turn milk sour. They find enjoyment in all sorts of mischief, such as hiding things, spilling food, and changing signposts so that travelers become lost.
That was all it said. But if it was true, I wanted to find out. The wind started blowing hard, and I looked around. Leaves were falling off the trees even faster, and swirling around in circles. I gripped my jacket tighter around me.The wind blew harder as I saw a pair of eyes in the bushes. I stood up, ready to run if it were something bad, but instead I was knocked over.
I frowned as I gathered my drawing book and my sketches, now scattered all over the ground.
"Whoops, sorry," a girl said in a high pitched voice, giggling obnoxiously. Obviously a cheerleader. "I guess I didn't see you there."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I mumbled. She giggled again.
"Need some help at all? I've heard you have special problems with your hand-eye coordination," she giggled.
I stood up and fake-smiled. "Oh, no, really, it's fine." She giggled and her friends joined in. I fake-smiled some more, and then punched her in the face. She fell to the ground with a bloody nose staining her cheer shirt. "I think my hand-eye coordination is perfect," I said, genuinely smiling this time. "Oh, and by the way, you might want to take that to the dry-cleaners!"
The girl's face was appalled, and I just smiled at her. She turned away, and her little cheer posse followed. I laughed, and went back to picking up my stuff, and then I put it all back into my backpack. I looked over at the bush, but the eyes were gone.
Anastasia finally came out of the school. "So, Wendy, did we manage to stay out of trouble while you waited?"
I smirked. "Something like that..."
We walked from the school to the edge of the woods where we had reached yesterday. I called my mom.
"Mom, I'm probably going to be a little late today," I said, looking at Ana so that she could get the message. "Ana and I are going to be in the park studying." My mom told me to be home soon, we said goodbye and hung up. I nodded towards Ana's phone. "Now you."
Ana grumpily took out her phone and called her mother as well. She repeated the story, and when she was done, she walked into the woods with me.
"What are we looking for again?"
"A goblin." We continued walking, making much better time than yesterday since we knew where we were going. We got to the spot where we had been yesterday, and I heard the noise again. I sat down and took out my drawing book, as well as the sketches.
"Those are good," she commented. I handed them to her and opened the book.
"That's great, because this is what we are looking for." I showed her the picture in the book. "A short creature that lives in dead trees or under mossy rocks, and can curdle blood with his smile or turn milk sour with his laugh, who just so happens to like to get travelers lost."
Ana's eyes widened. "You are crazy," she said.
"You might say that. But the thing is that I want you to be able to see it, too. And we are not leaving until you can."
By the look on Ana's face, I could tell it was going to be a long night.