The Girl with the Key

Chapter 1

     I'm standing in fog. It feels so...familial. Like...like I've been here before. I can hear words in the distance and I can barely make out what seems to be a figure standing in the distance. It sounds as if they are calling out to me but I can't quite tell what they are saying.

"...u..wi..know......yo....ill know...."

Know? I will know what? What am I supposed to know? Wait why is it so dark? And where did the fog go? Am I dead? All I see is darkness. Wait. I can see light.

Thoughts race through my mind as I run toward the light.

I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the floor of a room that is not familiar. I'm soaked from sweat.

Was that a dream just now? It felt so real. Who is this person? And what am I supposed to know?

These thoughts race through my mind repeatedly as I sit up to see three other kids, who seem to be around my age, also sitting on the floor with a look of utter puzzlement. In each of our laps sat a rather small box. They were wooden and had several intricate engravings on them. We each cast a quick glance at each other and then looked back at the box in which we held.

One by one we opened our boxes to find a dagger, a small sack of pebbles, a bullet, and, in my box, a key.

The key in which I held, was not like a normal key that you would see for a car or a house key. It was rather large, about as long as my middle finger, and it was golden and had little intricate engravings carved all over it. They were similar to the ones on the box. It had a round end with a loop and on the other end was a golden rod with different lengthed prongs sticking out on the very tip.

We turned to look at each other. They were all strangers to me. The person to my left was a girl with red hair and she was wearing green leggings and a black shirt, she held the dagger. Directly across from me, sat a curly and brown haired boy wearing tan cargo pants and a grey T-shirt. He held the sack of pebbles. Another boy, whom was to my right, had short black hair and was wearing jeans and a white tank top. He was holding the bullet. I was wearing the exact clothes I had last put on. They consisted of jeans and a grey worn out T-shirt.

We all looked at each other in silence for a moment before the boy with the bullet spoke, "Do any of you know where we are?"

We all slowly looked at each other in utter silence but secretly with a ray of hope that maybe one of us had an answer.

"I have absolutely no idea," I say as I look at the other two.

"I don't," says the girl with the knife.

"I don't either," said the boy who held the small sack of pebbles.

"Well this sucks," I say as I begin to get up, "actually, I have a question. Do you guys remember how you might've gotten here? Because I don't."

"Now that you mention it...I don't either," says the girl.

"Hey, me neither," says the boy with the bullet.

"I don't either," says the boy with the pebbles.

"Do you think we were kidnapped?" I ask but get no response. "...anyway let's move that matter aside for a moment and introduce ourselves. I have a strange feeling that we will know each other for a while," I say as I hold my hand out to anyone that would take it, "I'm Avery."

The girl walks forward first and grasps my hand, "You are right. We can't stay strangers forever, especially if we are stuck in this room. Nice to meet you Avery. I'm Sara."

"I'll go next," said the guy with the pebbles, " my name is Henry. Nice to meet you all."

"I guess that leaves me," said the boy with the bullet, " I'm Nate. Nice to meet y'all."