Worlds Colliding

Aurora

"Aurora!"  I jolted awake at the sound of my name.  Instead of the usual birds chirping and siblings yelling, there's loud thunder booming. I rub my eyes causing the fogginess to go away. This isn't my room. I had awoken in a room with large, tall bookcases and ceilings as high as the sky.  At first sight I had been in awe of the paintings and windows, but then I questioned how I got there. As soon as I could catch my breathe, an old woman walked in- "Aurora I expect you to be downstairs, all ready, in less than ten minutes." Who is this woman? Why am I here? "Uhm- ma'am how did I get here? And who are you?" The woman rolled her eyes and exclaimed "This is no time for games! Have you forgotten what day it is today? It's your first day of school." she took a deep breathe "So get ready, and I shall have breakfast ready for you downstairs." Before I could respond the woman had already left and went back into the deep hallways. 

This has to be a dream. I slap my self hard in the face. So hard, I start bleeding. If this is a dream, I may as well go along with it. I stand up and look through the huge closet. I find the most beautiful sweater ever, and pair it with a cute pair of jeans. Putting on the clothes I notice a mirror. Earlier in class this week, we learned about dreams. In dreams, you are supposed to see yourself differently in the mirror, but I looked the same as I always do. I brush it off. I go into the deep hallway, filled with beautiful paintings and one giant chandelier. I hold onto the railing and walk down the stairs, making sure to take in every sight of the mansion. "Aurora come on! We don't have much time so eat up" it was the old woman again. This time, she was holding a plate with waffles and syrup on it.  I sprinted up to the woman and ate the waffles in a rush.

Right when I stepped outside I noticed there was something off. The sky was a different color. Instead of the normal light blue it was grey and black. It looked like it had started raining and never stopped. A raindrop fell on my tongue. I walked towards the car which was a black rustic looking vehicle and sat in the backseat. "This feels too real to be a dream" I said out loud. "Maybe that's because it's not a dream" the old woman said in a sarcastic voice. "I don't know what's going on with you this morning, you're acting weird." How do I respond?  I thought. "Nothing, just a little tired" The woman groaned "We're here".