Willow's World

Chapter 1 • The Illustration

Willow Spark, 14 year old wannabe teen novellist lay silently on her bed. Her long, moderate blonde hair was scattered in barious places over the soft charteruse pillow, her ivy jumpsuit was also loose and flyaway. She propped herself onto her shoulders and sighed heavily. She curled up on her pale mint duvet and wondered about illustrators. "Could I become an illustrator...?" she whispered into her thighs. "No, my dreams are too bloody unrealistic." She took a cream mirror from her mahogany bedside table and looked at herself. Her hair was tangled, and her eyes were losing their contrast. Willow muttered a few curses that she had invented, then slipped the mirror under her pillow. She got off of her bed and walked past the bookshelf, which was unusual for her, and sat on the window sill.

She opened the window and a gust of wind blew harsly on Willow's face. She slammed the window shut and growled like an animal. She walked over to the side of her bed and took her mustard-coloured Emus. She slipped her fit into the wool slippers and walked downstairs. It was midday, meaning lunch was soon to be ready. Willow walked quickly into the living room to see Nightstone, her brother, and who she thoght was her sister Endora. "Hey Nightstone, Endora." She said, taking a pencil from a stationary pot on the coffee table. Nightstone looked at Amber and laughed. The girl pressed a hand to her lips and her eyes changed colour. Amber stepped back. "You're not Endora..." Willow trailed off. The girl looked at her. The girl's straight, long, glossy black hair swished in a spherical motion.

"I am Controlle. I am your brother's new girlfriend." Said Controlle, with a serious face. Amber rolled her eyes and walked up to the large, snow white desk which matched the walls and floors. She took a white notebook with bold green letters lined in gold gel reading:

WILLOW SPARK - NOTEBOOK

She took it upstairs to her bedroom and slipped it under her pillow for a moment. She took a case of pens and pencils from underneath her bed and began to draw a girl, once she had taken the noebook from under her pillow. Her hair was wavy blonde, and her eyes were bright, metallic blue. The eyes shone like lazers in the night sky, bluer than the ocean and rain. Willow drew her up to the neck, then began to draw some swirling patterns in dark pencil. She also started to write in what looked like another language. She took a flesh shaded colour and began to shade.  When she reached the lips, she coloured them pale cream. She suddenly heard a loud call. "LUNCH IS READY!" It was Luna, the family's mother. Luna was a selfish, stubborn lady who cared for herself, only herself and nobody or nothing BUT herself.

Instantly at the word 'lunch', Willow's eyes sharpened. It was always a race to the dinner table. She opened and slammed the door, forgetting her illustration. She hopped on the banister and slid down. She got to her feet and pushed her sister Halo out of the way. She grabbed a seat which Clock, one of her brothers, was about to take, but she got there just in time to plonk herself down on the seat. Clock sighed as he got the last seat five seconds later. Meanwhile, the illustration blinked without animation. The lips moved and a dark, mysterious voice came out. "Look out, Willow. I'm a badass girl with a badass attitude. I'm Lyla Richie."