Queen_of_Narnia - Page 21

I frolicked and played in our front yard, letting the warm sunshine bathe my face. I laughed, feeling a cool breeze tickle my face.

"Hey, Witch!"

I turned around.

"Are you crazy too?" a boy sneered, "Going to end up in an asylum like your stupid mom?"

"She's not stupid!" I yelled, tears stinging my eyes, "And I'm not a witch!"

"You sure act like one!" one of the boy's friends taunted.

"Stop it!" I felt tears start to slide down my cheeks.

"Crybaby! Crybaby!"

I ran up to them, and wit... Read Full Chapter

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groaned.

Why had I forgotten to turn off my alarm on a Saturday?

Groggily, I slapped my hand down on the clock and looked at the time.

7:00.

Usually I turn my alarm off. What had happened?

Then I remembered.

I pushed back the covers and walked towards the window. I pulled the curtains back.

Bright rays of sunshine flooded into my room. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the new light.

I stumbled back to my bed and took the papers out from behind my pillow.

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With a shaking hand, I took the papers out. They were dusty, so I blew on them.

A bit of dust rose and went into my eyes. I coughed.

As I was leafing through the papers, I saw a notebook. I opened it.

"To activate the portal, find him and yourself." I read.

Yourself? Who was him? Again with the mystery!

I heard a creek.

I jumped and gathered up all the papers. I quickly ran back upstairs. I laid the papers out on my bed and looked and them.

Huh.

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Midnight.

I crept out of bed. I took the knife out of drawer along with a flashlight. I was ready.

I opened the door and paused, listening.

Nothing.

I closed my door behind my and quietly but quickly went down the stairs. There it was.

It was an armchair covered with the pattern of daisies.

I turned on the flashlight and began to cut through.

Eventually, I got through and I saw a bunch of papers in a hollow area.

This was it. I was about to find out what my mom meant and what was ha... Read Full Chapter

I ran downstairs. The daisies. Ugh, it was bothering me so much. What was so dangerous about daisies anyways?

And then it hit me.

"I know what to do!" I yelled.

I went into the kitchen and got a knife out. I was ready, but I had to do it secretly.

I snuck back into my room. Now all I had to do was wait until Aunt Claire went to bed. Read Full Chapter

As soon as we got back, I ran to the garden. I saw a patch of daisies and debated whether or not to touch them. They must be hiding something important! But...my mom had told me not to. I finally decided that I would, out of curiosity.

Nothing happened.

I sighed. I should have known that nothing would have happened. I mean, come on, my mom's crazy!

I went into the house and up to my room.

Finally. Peace and quiet.

I took out a book and started to read. Reading always helped me calm myse... Read Full Chapter

"You're not mad, you know," my mom whispered, "I can hear them too."

Well THAT was comforting, considering she was locked up in an asylum.

All of a sudden, she grasped my arm and squeezed it really tight. She wouldn't let go.

I panicked and started to struggle.

"Mom! Let go of me!" I yelled.

"The time is coming......." Alice hissed.

"Time? Time for what?"

I was terrified. The bright and sunny day had suddenly become very dark and not so inviting.

"He's coming..."

"Who is? Who's he?" ... Read Full Chapter

"Mum?" I called out tentatively.

A woman with waist-length blond hair turned to me.

"Giselle?" she cried happily, "Oh Giselle!"

"Good afternoon, Alice." Aunt Claire said with a tiny nod.

But my mom had eyes only for me.

We were out in the asylum garden, my mom's favourite place to be.

Just then, a butterfly landed on the table.

"Well, hello there!" Alice said to the butterfly, "How do you do?"

Aunt Claire rolled her eyes.

But she didn't know that I could hear the conversation perfec... Read Full Chapter

"The day?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, you know what I'm talking about," Aunt Claire said, "figure it out!"

The day...the day...oh no!

"The Day", as my Aunt and I call it, is when we go to visit my mom in the asylum. Trust me, it's not the most comforting thing and I dread this day every month.

"Let's go then," Aunt Claire said quietly.

I sighed. I threw on my jean jacket and opened the door. I walked over to Aunt Claire's car and clambered into the backseat.

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