The Fantasia

Chapter 1

With a start, Sara King woke up. She had woken up to the usual morning shout and clatter on her bedroom door, the sharp nails of Mother's claws scraping down the wood. Sun glared down onto her face from the angled window blinds next to her bed, warming her features and hair.

Sara blinked the sleep from her eyes, yawning slowly as she sat up. As she stood from her rickety bed, pulling off her pajama bottoms and top, she stumbled to her vanity, where her dresser and mirror waited. Sara tugged out a flowery top that was a favorite of hers, and a pair of ripped, janky jeans, before gazing into her mirror to fix her hair. Her mirror reflected back at her a weedy, rather short girl, with crooked teeth and a small, flat nose. Despite what Mother said on previous occasions, Sara quite liked how she looked.

This day was like any other. It was a Tuesday in the month of April, specifically April twenty-first, twenty-twenty. This day was of no important significance, Sara observed as she took a quick glance at the calendar perched on her mirror in the top left corner. Well, it was one day before Earth Day, but just as Father said, it was an attempt to steal money from the ones at the bottom. Whatever that meant. Sara liked Earth Day, though. Everyone always planted flowers around her church, wore green, and just looked happy. Mother said it always made a big difference. It cleaned the oceans and planted more trees, and she even said it puts a little happiness back in the planet. 

She smiled at her own reflection, her jubilant dark eyes sparkled in the bright sun filtering in from her room. The sun sent white patches of glares on her window, but in the corner of her eye, something flitted past. She started, turned to see what it was, but found nothing.

Her heart thrummed wildly in her chest, yet before she was able to talk into the silent, still atmosphere of her room, another loud, wild knock hit the door. 

"Sara!" Screeched the loud voice of her mother. "It is time for breakfast, let's go!" 

"Yes mother!" Sara hastily spoke, her voice shaky from the sudden scare as she hastened to move out of her room. 

Sara burst forth out of her room, almost running into her mother, who sighed loudly as she was almost bowled over.

"Your father made breakfast this morning," The woman growled, her lips twitching as she glared down at her daughter. Her mother was a very tan individual, who was very high-maintenance. She shared in Sara's dark blue eyes, but not another one of their features they shared. 

"Okay mother, thank you," Sara murmured respectfully before moving down the cramped staircase next to her room. Her home was a small, cramped home in a suburbian county, so everything felt like it was crunching in on itself.

Sara was downstairs in the kitchen before she knew it, and on the small dining table were two pancakes drizzled with syrup. Her father had already left for work, for she could tell by the missing shoes near the front door. It was just her and her mother today, as usual.