Kristen's eyes were pried open by the sunlight peering through her window. She started to look around; searching for any source of technology that could alert her of the time. Nothing. No phone, no digital alarm clock on her cloth covered bedside table, which was also missing, no watch. Nothing at all. As a matter of fact, this room didn't even look like hers. All the posters, edgy self-made artworks, photos, everything was gone. The only things in the room were a bed (which she was laying on) and an old looking radio with crackling sixties tunes escaping the old speakers. Kristen sat up and looked around some more before hearing some knocking at her door, followed by an eerily familiar voice.
"Kristen, darling, time to get up."
"Huh?" Kristen answered, rubbing the remaining sleep from her eyes.
"Time to get up honey, we have visitors."
Great. A trippy wake up and now it's forced family time? Could this day get any worse Kristen thought as she stood up and began patting the pockets of her short-shorts. Finally something to find out the time with, Kristen stared blankly at the time momentarily, she couldn't believe she had gotten up so early, six in the morning. These guests better have some money or something, Kristen doesn't waste her precious sleeping time for nothing. Kristen fixed her hair and put some eye-liner on she found in her pocket and then chucked it on her unmade and frankly unfamiliar bed. She searched the room for her dresser, but couldn't find it so she decided just to stay in the clothes she was wearing. Kristen had on black short-shorts, and a tight white tank-top with a black heart on the bottom corner. She hadn't taken off her trademarked, old black converse with a little rip on one of the shoes. The outfit flattered her fit curves nicely enough, she slowly pushed the door open and begun waltzing down the stairs.
The whole house looked different, older; unfamiliar. Kristen shrugged it off; must've stayed at a friends place last night or something she thought to herself. She begun towards what she thought was the kitchen, but had actually been the bathroom where a strangely familiar lady emerged.
"Ah! Finally up, it was getting late." The lady smiled.
"Huh?" Kristen replied.
"Tsk. Honey what ARE you wearing? You are beautiful, but you need to cover up or people will start talking." The lady said pointing at Kristen's outfit.
"Oh, you must be Joey's mum or somethin'? Nice to meet you Mrs. Camiallo."
"Pardon?" the lady questioned.
"Uh, Joey? Joey Camiallo? Isn't he your son?" Kristen asked slowly.
"Oh honey, you haven't had your breakfast yet. No wonder you're not making sense!" The older lady smiled as she began walking again.
"Wait!" Kristen called, the lady paused and turned to her, "Who are you?"
She simply scoffed and smiled, "Oh, Kristen!"
"No, really… Who?" Kristen asked profoundly.
The lady's smiled faded slowly. "Marie Foveaux. Your Aunt."
Then it was like a light went on in Kristen's head, the lady looked familiar because it was her aunt. The strange thing was, Kristen's Aunt Marie, died a year ago. This must be a dream. Two main reasons: Kristen's dead Aunt was alive, AND she was young. Easily late twenties to early thirties. And Kristen only knew her when she was old, much, much older. Kristen decided to play along. She would probably wake up soon, right?
END CHAPTER ONE.