Chapter One
"No! Olivia I can't go to the ballet store so you can buy some tutus! I'm not girly!"
"But Emma!"
"No! I'm too tired!"
I ran up stairs to my room. "Stop it Olivia, go away!" I screamed. I slammed the door and slid down. I miss my friends back in San Diego. I miss the sun, the surf, and the boys. Now all I see is rain, rain, and rain! They say London is one of the top fashion cities in the world, I say not. I HATE London, and I HATE rain. I sighed. I might as well go and start my history report on Napoleon, I thought, what do I got to lose? I went over to my apple laptop and opened up to the word document. About an hour later I was bored. "Ugh, I'm so tired!" I yelled. I put my head down on my laptop and closed my eyes. "London sucks, and so does my life," I whispered. Just then my little sister opened the door. "Emma?" She said. "What is it Olivia?" I asked.
"Well, I um, wanted you to tell me a story."
"What story do you want?" I sat up.
"One of the stories Nona told us."
"Oh, okay," I said. "Come and sit on my bed, I'll tell you one." She cautiously walked over and sat down on my turquoise bed cover. She was wearing a pink T-shirt with blue jeans and sparkly flats. Olivia was carrying a stuffed bear, the one I gave to her when she was a baby. I use to love that bear, and now she does. I got up from my desk and sat at the edge of my bed next to her. I cleared my throat. "Well, um, there was a little girl and she was very happy, I guess," I said starting the story off. "No, no, no, you need to make it exciting and funny," Olivia said shaking her head," Tell one of Nonna's stories." "Okay," I said. I then retold the story Nona, our grandmother, told us. She told us about her and her siblings going to an amazing place called Neverland. When I ended the story Olivia was fast asleep. I smiled and put her in the extra bed I use for guests. I kissed her on the forehead and crawled into my bed. I woke to the sound of bells.
I opened my eyes to see Olivia dancing around the room with a light circling around her. "Olivia?" I asked still drowsy from my well deserved nap, "What, what is that?" She giggled, "I don't know, but it tickles!" I got out of my covers and ran to my sister. I wasn't going to let a crazy little light absorb my little Olivia. I snatched the light in my fist. I then felt a rush of pain in my palm and I released the little light. "Ouch!" I yelled, "That really hurt!" Olivia laughed. Then I heard a voice. It sounded like a boy, around 16 years old, my age, laughing. I looked to see a boy dressed in green, FLYING? I shook my head. I MUST be dreaming, right? He landed and looked at me. "Hey," he said, "I'm Peter."
