Prologue
A warm summer evening, accompanied by cool gentle breeze. I lay upon the grass, inhaling the scents around me, feeling my long burgundy hair tickle my face, listening to the sounds of the crickets and birds. The scenery brought back a memory of mine, one that I would never forget. We lay together under the stars, I was curled up close to his body. It was almost hard to believe that it had been a year since my "disappearance". Time ran differently in the two worlds that I knew of, so a year here could have been several, if not centuries there. My one week disappearance that threw my mother into a frenzy and my friends into a panic was over a month's stay there. if I could recall correctly.
I felt a shadow fall upon me, and looked up to see Alana and Chronos standing over me. Alana, my best friend (or at least one of them), had medium length blonde hair and bright grey-blue eyes, almost the color of winter ice. She wore a brown sweater over a bright pink t-shirt and jeans, and she had her bookbag with her, one that you only carried over your shoulder. Chronos, my ex-boyfriend, was a smidge taller than Alana, and had somewhat tidy black hair and brown eyes encircled by glasses. He wore a black-striped long-sleeved flannel over a moss green baggy shirt and faded jeans.
"Hey Ronnie," Alana said to me. "Watcha doing?"
"Not much," I told her, "just thinking."
She scrunched up her face, thinking to herself. Her face suddenly brightened up, and she exclaimed, "Oh, it's been a year since you "visited Whoville", right?"
I sat up, staring at her. "You still think I'm nuts, don't you?"
"No, we don't."
"I do," Chronos muttered to himself.
"Shut up," we both told him. All was silent between the three of us, aside from the birds and crickets. Alana set her bag down, and sat down beside me. "So, did you ever find out how you got there in the first place?" she asked, breaking the silence. I shook my head, but didn't reply.
That was the one thing that always stumped me. I remembered coming home, and everything I did in Whoville, but I never could remember how I got there. I even started to convince myself that it was all a dream, caused my the trauma of my missing for a week, until I looked at the small woven bracelet on my wrist. It was the only thing from then. A few of the strands' color were fading, but I never did get rid of it. It was extremely precious to me, as I got rid of everything else before I came home.
I felt myself being pushed into the grass, completely unaware of the fact that Alana had been trying to get my attention. "Tell me again," she said.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Tell me the story again. Of you going to Whoville," she insisted. She would not leave me alone until she was satisfied, and I knew this from experiance. I sighed, feeling defeated. "Okay."