My name is Feferi Piexies, a child of many words. A girl of many tales and countless dreams. The world was my playground, the beach was my sandbox. The ocean my personal pool, my forest of palm trees. My little island, my little world.

I'd lived on an island without a name, So I personally called it Alternia. A fitting name I thought, though I'm still not sure why. The sand was always warm, even at night, and the plants were always a bright green. Birds sang all day, and crickets all night; they were so pretty.

One morning day I was at home in my bed sleeping when my mom knocked ever so lightly, waking me with drowsy eyes. She opened the door. She wore a pair of denim jeans and a black shirt that hugged her curves and a long black apron with purple ruffles on the edges. She wore high heels and her hair was puffy and wavy, just like mine. We had so much in common. Our tastes in color for example; Pink was our favorite I think. You'd swear we were twins.

"It's time for dinner girl" she bellowed.

I stretched to the sky and yawned a squeal. "Ok mommy." She huffed and walked back down stairs.

I used my little legs to kick off as much of my pink laced sheets as possible and sat on the edge of my bed before leaping off. My feet thudded on the wooden floor as I scampered off to the kitchen. I held the side bar of my stairs to keep from falling over.
On the table was a plate of scrambled eggs with bacon on the side. With a jolt of joy I climbed on the stool and began feasting. As I ate my mother who was washing the dishes spoke to me.
"Girl, Your grandmother isn't feeling very good right now, and I want you to give her something for me." She turns and walks to the pantry. She then hands a rectangular box wrapped in a cloth that tied at the top. I held it in two hands.

"yes mommy!", I beamed. And I rushed to the door when my mommy stopped me again. "Not wearing pajamas girl. Go and change."
I replied again. "Yes mommy."

At the moment I wore a white gown that hovered over my ankles and my hair in a messy bun to keep it secure when sleeping.

I run back upstairs and put on something more presentable. I wore a pink dress with ruffles and white stockings along with black pumps. I probably looked like a doll but that's what I wanted. I pick up the box again and run out the house, heading for grandma's house. I hear my mothers voice in the distance once again.

"And don't talk to strangers!"

"Yess mommy!" And I was off.

My grandmother lived in the forest but I wasn't scared. Though the forest was filled with darkness and sounds, the path to grandmas was filled with light, peaking through the trees above. It was like Red riding hood bringing food to her grandmother, only this time I knew better not to talk to and "bad wolves". I giggled at the thought as I skipped along.

Suddenly I hear a particular sound coming from the forest. A honking sound. But I ignored it, At least I tried. But as I walked, the forest seemed to change in atmosphere. The sky turned to purple haze, the wildlife louder, and the honking excessively closer. It was so close that for an instant, it was as if it were right behind me. At that point I ran off the path, into the foreboding forest.