Violet opened her eyes and gasped. She had closed her eyes expecting pain, felt something strange tugging at her from the inside and now... She didn’t know where she was. Looking around, she was standing in some sort of large garden, but she’d never seen it before. The people she could see were dressed in strange clothes, notably different from the things she wore. But she could hear voices, speaking in familiar accents. The eleven year old stumbled towards the building, hoping for answers.
“Excuse me. Where am I?” She had a million questions, like how did I get here? and Am I dreaming? but that one seemed most important. In her haste, she’d forgotten she probably looked a mess--her face was tear-streaked, her eyes red-rimmed, and her clothes rumpled up from hiding.
