Strange things happen in strange places.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about fitting in...and not fitting in.

Submitted: June 05, 2010

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Submitted: June 05, 2010

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As she peered out on to the open dirt roads from her horse drawn cart, Elizabeth noticed the beautiful but harsh surroundings of her new home.
Elizabeth had lived in San Francisco her entire life, up until just recently, when her mother had informed her that they would be moving to Salem, Massachusetts. She remembered the argument she’d had with her mother over it.
 
“But mum, you know how long it’s taken me to make friends here! Why would you do this to me?”
 
“Oh Dear, I have faith that you will make friends straight away where we are going”. Her mother has said, with a large grin spread across her majestic face.
 
“Grr!” Elizabeth ran to her room, and slammed her door. She ran straight for her bed and cried all night long.
 
This memory was being replayed through Elizabeth’s head the whole ride to Salem. She was puzzled by her mother’s smile and reassurance, but also worried that she would never find a place to fit in.
 
The horse drawn carriage pulled up outside a beautiful cottage, situated near the outskirts of Salem. Elizabeth was amazed. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.
 
“Lizzie. Sweetie. Come here.” Her mother was calling her.
 
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second” Elizabeth replied rather exasperatedly.
 
Whilst unpacking that night, Elizabeth pondered on ideas of her first day at a new school. She wondered if her shyness would get in the way of her making friends, and hoped that this new beginning would work out well for herself and her mother.
 
 
She awoke at 6:30 the next morning to the sound of a rooster, and was delighted to watch the sunrise. She hurried to get ready for school, and before long she departed.
 
The school wasn’t large, there were about 200 kids. It was in complete opposite to her old school, were there was about 200 kids in her year alone.
 
She walked to the main office, and received her timetable, and information, then walked into the courtyard, where she found a few girls her age sitting in a rather dark and dank corner. She wondered if they were the outsiders.
 
She walked until she was in the main building, and when the bell sounded rather loudly, she was so shocked that she dropped everything she was holding. Her face turned red, and she realized that everybody was laughing at her.
 
“Oh look. It’s the new kid”. They all said, as Elizabeth walked past them. She wondered if she would always be treated this way, and whilst thinking, al her questions were about to be answered, as she saw three girls approaching her.
 
“What is your name?” Asked the blonde one.
 
My name is Elizabeth, and I just moved here from San Francisco”. She tried to keep composed under pressure, but felt as though something bad was about to happen.
 
“Well, my name is Erica, and I rule this school, and I am going to make sure your life here is a living hell”. She tossed her hair, and walked away.
 
Elizabeth didn’t know what to do. What had she said? What had she done? She felt so vulnerable, that all she wanted to do was cry.
 
And this is what she did.
 
The next day at school, she knew that her confrontation with Erica had found its way around to everybody. They were all treating her like a pariah. She had never felt more alone in her life.
 
In class she would lay low, not wanting to draw attention to herself, and at lunch she found herself in the library, studying. It was the only thing she could do to keep everything off her mind.
 
While she was walking home that afternoon, she saw, what appeared to be a lamp, but it was moving. She had no idea what it was, so she decided to just forget about it.
 
All night she tossed and turned, not wanting to sleep, for the fear that she might dream something terrible. She had enough problems in her waking life, as it was, though sleep was unavoidable, and it caught up to her, and pulled her into dreamland.
 
She was in a garden, filled with blossoming roses, red, and there was a white bench, next to a water fountain. She walked over and took a seat. This felt right, nobody to worry her, just herself at ease, and feeling serene.
 
She looked around at all the beautiful plants that continued to grow in her presence. She smiled, this was more like it, but then she saw the mysterious light. It called out to her, so she got up and followed it. It led her to an old, dilapidated cottage, covered in ivy. She felt unsure of entering such a building, but she had nothing to lose.
 
She walked through the door, and was immediately faced with a large library. The books looked ancient, and they caught her interest, so Elizabeth walked over and pulled out a large book, with a purple spine. The title read “A royal Family History”. She opened up to the first page, and read silently.
 
 “Who’s there?” She heard a voice behind her, and started to panic. What was she going to do?
 
She stayed put, not knowing what else to do.
She saw the ball of light once again, and it was coming towards her. ‘oh no’ she thought, it was going to give her away.
 
“I knew I’d someday have the pleasure of meeting you, Miss Elizabeth”.
It was the strange voice again, and it was all too much for her to handle.
 
“I’m scared. Please just let me leave. Don’t hurt me”. Elizabeth was pleading with the voice, but out of the darkness came to be a little old lady. Elizabeth was confused.
 
“Please, Dear. I have no intention o hurting you, I have after all, been expecting you”. The little old lady said with a smile that brightened the room up.
 
“What do you mean? Who are you?” Asked Elizabeth, still worried although she could hear the sincerity in the little old lady’s promise not to hurt her.
 
“Oh Dear, how do I explain this? How about we sit down?”
 
‘Okay”. Elizabeth replied shakily.
 
“You, dear, are a Princess”. The little old lady said, as she spoke for many hours about everything on the subject.
 
Elizabeth didn’t know what to say, she was positively shocked.
 
An alarm sounded in the distance, and everything around her went blurry. She had dreamed the whole thing.
 
She went to school that morning thinking to herself how silly it was to believe that her dream could be anything but that.
 
She was running late so she decided to take a short cut through the bush. All around her were trees, and animals. She thought herself lucky for living in a place where she could experience the beauty of nature. This very thought made her smile, as she continued in her way.
 
Elizabeth noticed something odd, on her way.
It was the cottage from her dream. It was exactly as she remembered it. She walked up to the front door, and before long found herself inside the house again.
 
“I knew you would find your way Elizabeth”. The little old lady sat in a wooden rocking chair, near the entrance of the room.
 
Before long, Elizabeth had found herself engrossed in conversation, until she realized that she really needed to be getting to school, so she left the cottage, knowing that she would always be welcome there, and even though she had found out something about herself that she would never be able to share with anybody else, she was at ease with herself, and so she walked to school.
 
Though she still received the same treatment as usual there, Elizabeth knew that she would never let others get her down again, because she knew things that most people would ever know about in their entire lifetime. Elizabeth was proud to be a Princess, and felt lucky to have royalty running through her veins. Even though the others would probably never accept her, she felt completely at ease.


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