Sarahtopia

Chapter 2: Lora

Oh no. I don't believe it. I won't believe it. I refuse to accept this harsh reality.

My legs were burning, and my body was exhausted, but I had to keep going. You see, I, the President's hairdresser and gate opener, was running late. And the President does not, I repeat, does not tolerate tardiness. I've no idea what punishment she was going to give me. Maybe fire me, or put me in jail, or even worse: ki- "Stop it, Lora. You aren't making this any easier!" I scold myself for letting my imaginations run wild.

"Don't worry. Quinny's gonna be there. She'll help me," I try to reassure myself.

I shouldn't have thought that.

As I ran through the Palace gates, I spotted Quinn talking with some random person. Great. Now, I was left alone. Why Quinny, why?!

I didn't stop, though. After climbing up the Palace steps, running down long corridors and ascending endless flights of stairs, I had finally arrived at the President's office. I bent down, hands on my knees and breathing deeply, trying to catch my breath and calm my pumping heart. Then, I straightened myself and my crumpled dress, took a deep breath to compose myself and knocked on the door.

"Come in," called out the cheery, bright voice of the President.

Shaking with terror, I opened the door and stepped inside. The President saw me, her smile immediately replaced by a frown. "Lora, what are you doing here? Don't you have a free day today?" she inquired.

All of a sudden, I stopped shaking. Looking at her in confusion, I replied, "But I don't have a free day today."

She blinked, "You do, Lora. Don't you remember, today's Thursday. TJ works on Thursdays, not you and Quinn. I only called her today because of the special guest."

It took me a moment to register that. When the thought finally sunk in, I heaved a sigh of relief. I wasn't getting fired, or arrested, or ki-"Oh, by the way, why were you late?" the President asked, interrupting my chain of thoughts."I mean, even if you don't have work today, it's not like you to be late."

"I-I-ummm," I stammered.

*Flashback*

I groaned, too sleepy to leave the comfort of my bed. It was late in the morning, around 9, but I still wanted to stay in bed. My annoying older sister was trying to get me to wake up. "Lora, wake UP!" she screeched.

I threw my pillow at her and shouted, "GO AWAY!!"

My sister let out a groan. After a minute of silence, I thought she had finally left. Shouldn't have put my hopes up. My annoying sister shrugged, "Okay, fine. Don't blame me if you die."

That grabbed my attention. "What do you mean?" I asked her.

A smirk formed on her face. "Today's Wednesday, so you have work. But you're late, ya know," she replied.

I blinked. "OH MY GOSH, SHE'S GONNA KILL ME!!" I yelled, jumping out of bed.

Faster than lightning, I rushed to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed my teeth, put on my teal dress, combed my black-blue hair, tucked my equipment in my neon-pink sash and ran out of the house. All in less than 10 minutes (woah, new record).

*End flashback*

"So that's what happened," I mumbled sheepishly.

The President laughed. After she calmed down, she said, "I'm sorry. It's just that it's really hilarious that you always fall for your siblings' tricks."

That's when it dawned upon me. My sister had tricked me! That buffalo! I started seeing red as I reached down for my sharpest pair of scissors. "She is so dead!" I declared and ran out, thirsty for revenge.

*Extra ending*

( Mr. Willy Wonka's P.O.V.)

I chuckled as Lora ran out. Smiling, I decided to get back to work. Number one objective: find out why the hell the population and location of Sarahtopia wasn't recorded. That's when I realized something: TJ, my butler, wasn't here. She was late....................

........................I exploded.

A/N: Finally! That took so long to write.

Sorry for not updating. I'm a horrible person