Lies of a Fairy Tale

Chapter 1

 Chapter 1

                        Trees passed by in a brown-green blur that resembled what a certain person’s green beans from lunch may look like, once it made its reappearance, if the car didn’t reach its destination in the next five minutes.

                        “I don’t feel so good,” Willow groaned.

            “Well don’t throw up on me!” her brother, also known as River, or the wet highway that (sometimes dirty) water flows through, yelled, shoving her away from him.

            “Thith ithnt helthping.”

            “What?”

            “I said, this isn’t helping,” she said, unsticking her face from the window and giving the evil eye to the people in the car next to them, who were looking at her funny. They quickly changed to a lane farther away.

            Willow sighed and knocked on the glass separating the driver’s seating area from the back. “Hey! How long till we get to the house.”

            The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror and blinked, then looked away.

            Willow glared at the back of his head. “Weirdo. He does that every time. I bet if I told him there was monkey tearing my hair out with a bomb attached to it, he’d do the exact same thing. Lot of help he is.”

            River rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop complaining. Maybe he just can’t hear you.”

            “Well that’s not my fault. What normal person puts a window in the middle of their car? This is a station wagon, not a taxi.”

            Her older brother sighed. “At least one thing comes out of your complaining.”

            “What?”

            “You’re not thinking about throwing up anymore, are you?”

            Willow looked at him. “Well,” she said, sweetly. “I am now! Thanks a lot.”

            There was a screech and they were thrown forward, hitting their heads, as the car came to a sudden stop. The inside window slid open and a black capped head poked out.

            “We’re here,” he informed them, before closing the window again.

            River frowned as he rubbed his newly bruised head. “Okay, now I can see where you’re coming from.”

            Willow looked around as she hopped out of the old car with one of her suitcases. The driver had parked on the grass in front of an old looking, small brown, two story cabin. Trees surrounded the little open area, barely letting any sunlight through, and creaked eerily.

            River stood next to her. “Well this definitely wasn’t what I was expecting.”

            Willow looked at him. “They don’t even have a driveway. What is up with these people? First the car, and now the weird living arrangement.  I seriously expect to walk in there and see the Big Bad Wolf dressed up in an old lady get-up and chomping on Red Riding Hood’s leg.”

            “Hmm. What a great imagination you got there, sister. But I have to agree with you, I expected something...”

            “Fancier?” Willow offered.