Dorothy and The Wizard of Oz

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The photo above is Julie Andrews who I picture as the sweet grandmother Dorothy Gail.

Hey! I'm Dorothy Gail-Smith. A girl with brown hair, brown eyes, and a typical 17 year old who have a normal and boring life. Not until one day I woke up and started to tell everybody about the adventure I had. Everyone thought I'm crazy, but I'm telling the truth.

My parents started to worry about me so they suggested that I should go visit a psychologist. That's the time when I began to think I was crazy too. I was convinced and so I did what my parents told me.

I went to a psychologist, who is very young and handsome by the way. I told him about the adventure I had, the same story as I tell to everybody else. Whenever I say something to him he always write it on his little notebook, until he discovers that talking to him isn't helping me at all. So he asked me to write a journal. And here it is!

Every great story begins with 'once upon a time' or in summer, but not in my story. It started a month ago before my disappearance, or so I thought. It's the death of my grand mother, Dorothy Gail. As you notice we have the same name because I was named after her.

My Nana was very sick and just passed away a month ago. Well, in my own opinion, if you reach the age of 73, like my Nana, you just have to accept that you have to leave this world anytime soon.

Me and my Nana had a great bond between us. She used to tell me stories when I was younger. Stories about her adventure in a land called Oz. I love that story. Its a story about her when she was a little younger than me. She fought this mean witch and made friends with different creatures, a tin can, a lion, and a scare crow. She was sad when she had to leave her friends to go back to the real world. But Nana always say, there is no place like home.

Nana's coffin was surrounded by great friends and relatives. Everyone is on their grieves when they bring down the coffin in to her grave. My Nana was a great lady and everybody that attended the funeral was sorry for her lost.

A week had passed and everything was back to normal. I go to school like every normal teenager do.

That afternoon, after school, I went straight to my room because I was feeling so gloomy. I'm still recovering from the fact that my Nana is gone. From downstairs I heard my mom calling for me.

"Dorothy! I have something for you, I think your gonna like it," her tone reassuring that I am really going to like it.

Not caring if I do or not, I obeyed my mother and went downstairs.

"What is it ma?" I asked when I entered the living room and sat beside her in the leather sofa that could hold up to six people.

"Here, your Nana gave this to me before she passed away, may her soul be in peace, and told me to give it to you. She was heartbroken that she didn't have enough time to give it to you," my mom starts to sob. I can understand her feelings because I felt the same way too. She handed me a massive book, and its a bit heavy let's say five kilos. It's The wizard of Oz book. Yeah I used to love this story, but why did Nana gave this to me. I'm not like 7 anymore.

I gave my mom a tight hug for comfort before going back again upstairs in my room. Without any concerns, I just tossed the book on the floor. I'm not being disrespectful, but a story book? That's a strange thing to give for your 17 years old grand daughter.

I went to my bed, took my headphones out, put it in my ear and put some loud music on, then I'm swift away from this world. I started to think about my life and realized how sad it was. Some other girls in my age out there are partying, doing drugs, having a lot of boyfriends and maybe pregnant, and here I am, in my room, just listening to music and scrolling down my Facebook checking on lame status.

I get up to go check myself on my full body mirror. I stare at my figure. I asked myself on why does boys don't see this slender body. I'm honestly not bad looking at all. If I don't know me, I would rate myself 9.2 percent, that's almost close to perfect. I lift up my shirt, just enough to see my whole abdomen, then squeezed my belly and found a little fat. Sigh.

What if I put some make up on? Sigh. No. I'm not really like those girls who needs make up to cover up their whole face. My face is spotless because of my crazy mom. She would go nuts when she sees even the tiniest zit on my face.

Ugh! Being teenager is so hard! It's so cliche! And me? I'm going to graduate as a virgin.

I laughed at myself as the idea went through my mind.

Something caught my attention. In the side of my eye, I think I saw something that shines. I focused on the mirror then it shines again. I look closely and its the book. On my amazement and curiosity I went straight to see why is it shining. I opened the book then suddenly there's a bright light that almost blinded me.

I closed my eyes because of the bright light. Unaware, I feel like I'm floating. I opened my eyes and see that some kind of tornado has got me. The fore cast said that its going to be bright and shinny that day in the morning news. I screamed so loud on the horror that I'm going to die. I never heard anyone survive when you get inside of a huge twirling tornado before.

I was horrified when it slipped in my mind that I got sucked in the book.

"SHEEEEEEET! WHY DO I HAVE TO DIE RIGHT NOW?! IM STILL YOUNG! IM NOT EVEN MARRIED YET! AAAAAH!" I screamed as the tornado keeps twirling me around.

I closed my eyes and was about to cry when all of a sudden I felt a ground. A grass. I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of humongous furry flowers with different colors, and weird looking giant trees. I felt tiny. I'm sitting near a pond which is so clear I can see the different kind of fish it has inside.

I feel like I'm in a fairy tail land which children would read. Everything that I see around me is so pretty. Butterflies flying so freely. I can even hear the birds singing which by the way I rarely hear since I live in a big city. Sometimes in cities all you can hear are the sound of traffic as soon as you wake up.

I look around not moving to where I landed when suddenly I heard a noise behind the bush.

"Who's there?!" I shouted.

Word counting: 1323

A/N

This is a re write.

Hey! This is my first time writing a book. Warning ⚠! I'm not a pro. I've been in Canada for just years 3now so my English still needs some improvement.
Its my first book so I would love some likes/comments/shares so I could improve next time.

I know this part is too short but there's more to it. I just want u to get excited ✌

Q: who is behind the bush?

Thanks for reading. Enjoy!