Traveling To Change

-Chapter 1- The New Restaurant

Okay, sorry guys, i finally posted the first chapter of this. Hope you like it. :)

~Chapter 1~

I sat under my tree and leaned against it with a pen and pencil in my lap.

"What will I create today?" I wonder, tapping the pencil against my lips. "Maybe today I will fly to Paris. But I will fly by myself, just me, soaring through the sky."

I drew out the Eiffel Tower making it take up the whole length of the page. I added myself and underneath wrote the words: Flying to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower and all of the city. I was so glad that I could draw well, because otherwise I'd probably be flying to some rusty old replica of an eiffel tower or some fallen building left untouched for ages. 

I smiled at the picture and put it down. My eyes shut, I clenched my hands into tight fists. I felt the wind swoosh around and envelop me, spiraling all around as I kept my eyes closed. I felt myself being picked off the ground and a sense of suspension filled me. I opened my eyes. I was suspended in mid air and where once was my field, is now a big city. Cars buzzed through the city underneath me. Tiny ants who were actually people walked through the streets.

Here I am. Paris.

I zoomed past, laughing with my arms wide open like a bird. I flew to my destination- the Eiffel Tower.

I flew to the very top and landed swiftly on my feet on the observation floor. I can finally loo-

"Izzy!"

What? Who's calling me?

"Izzy, wake up!"

Everything shattered and then just darkness filled my eyes. Someone started shaking me and I moaned in protest. I rolled over and opened my eyes.

My sister was leaning over me.

"What?" I rubbed my eyes lazily and pulled the covers back over my head to shield from the intense light streaming through my now wide opened window. 

"If you want to go out for breakfast with us, then get up and get dressed fast!"

"Okay okay, I'm almost up." I raised a hand and it fell back down with a thump.

My sister rolled her eyes and walked out, her brown hair swaying in a high ponytail.

Man, I was about to see Paris from the freaking Eiffel Tower! I guess I'll have to come back later because that is an unfinished dream and I don't like unfinished dreams. I'm so honored to have this opportunity to go to places like Paris without actually going there. Its free and more fun and you can't use your arms to fly anywhere, now can you? I hate waking up because I have to come back to the real world and I hate the real world. There's so much going on and it's too busy. And in my world, there is peace and quiet; no hatred, no fights, no death, no sickness. Nothing.

I quickly got ready and ran downstairs. I never miss the chance of going out to eat. If anyone loves food as much as I do, then they would definitely understand where I am coming from with this.

"Isabella!" I heard the distant voice of my mom's voice from the outside.

I swiftly shoved my feet into my favourite sandals, closed the door on lock and jumped into our van.

My sister gave me a look.

"What?" I mouthed.

She just shook her head.

"Isabella, why do we always have to wait for you?"

"I'm sorry mom. Someone," I turned to my sister to give her a glare, "didn't wake me up earlier."