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Chapter 2 (EDITED)

Willow's POV

A bright light bursts out of nowhere and my eyes snap open. My neck aches and my eyes feel like they've been closed for years. Everything looks so beautiful though. The bright green grass and spring flowers, sunflowers and roses, are everywhere and don't get me started about the smell. The smell of...yum, baked cookies.

"Ow! Mommy the chicken poked me," an unfamiliar voice screams out. The voice obviously belongs to a boy, a little boy. But that's not right, why would there be a little boy at my house?

What even happened last night? All I remember is going inside the barn to pick the eggs from Erin and then seeing a boy, Oliver, and asking him what he was doing here. And then watching him bounce a ball on his hands and then-. Oh no, then I felt a sharp pain on my head when Oliver chucked the ball right at my forehead and then I blacked out.

Huh? Why would he do that? Where is he anyways? Wait, why am I still laying here, I need to get to Peter and get to school. Mother must be so very disappointed in me, oh how much I hate to upset her. But then again, why hasn't anyone looked for me?

"Jasper, get back here!" I hear an older lady's voice call out. Jasper must be the little boy who was poked by the chicken. Wait, why are they even at my barn?

Slowly, trying not to get up too fast due to my headache, I climb out of the hay I was laying on and grab the door. There's no way no one's looking for me. They must be too busy and didn't notice but obviously they need their Queen to go back to her kingdom.

I try twisting the knob but it won't budge. Wait, what? I try again but the knob stay put. Why won't this thing move?

"Help!!!!!!" I scream out for anyone, the lady and her boy maybe, to help me out. Oh, how I hate when things don't work the way they should. God, why doesn't the barn smell the same as it did before? Why does it smell...sweet, like flowers? The barn always smelled like chicken waste and eggs. This isn't right.

"Help!" I yell even louder. What's happening to me? And then the knob twist open and I go down like a dog.

"Ow."

"Hello? Young lady, why are you here?" The familiar lady's voice asks me but I just groan. Oh, how unladylike of me. I need to introduce myself.

I lay my hands out from under me and put my weight on them to push myself up off the ground. And when I'm up and standing straight, I glance at the lady. She has long brown hair with a flower lodged inside it and brown eyes with yellow sparkles inside. Her face looks so much like my brother's. But that makes no sense, I've never seen this person before.

"Hello? Lady? Why are you here?" She asks again snapping me out of my own inner thoughts.

"Oh, Uhm, this is my house. Why are you here?" I answer with an it's-obvious-and-why-would-you-even-ask look.

She chuckles but when she realizes I'm not laughing she straightens up and stares at me like I'm the weird one. "Whoever you are, you must be mistaken," I hear the lady tell me with a motherly tone like I'm in primary school again," this is my house."

My face scrunches up as I hear her breathe with a steady breath that oozes with seriousness. But she can't be telling the truth, she's the one who must be mistaken. Maybe she took a wrong turn and thought this was her home because they look alike? I don't even know how she could possibly think this is her home.

I laugh at her joke and then answer with a," no."

She looks confused and stares right at me, to my blue eyes and straight through me. She doesn't even seem to be believing what I'm saying. Who does she even think she is coming into my barn, letting her stupid child touch my chickens, and accusing me of intruding into her home? I seriously hate her. Whoever taught her manners in school didn't do a very good job at it.