A/N: I do not own any Digimon character mentioned in this story. Although I wish I owned Henry.
Chapter One: A Start
She wondered aimlessly around the streets. She walked cautiously on the sidewalk with her misty-blue eyes aimed down at the gray, cracked, pavement. Her long hair was down and moving along with the breeze that occasionally blew past.
She would appear as a quiet girl, not too talkative; more of an introvert then an extrovert. Some might even venture to say that she was on the depressed side. She wasn't though. Although she was shy with strangers the young girl was high-spirited and bright when she was with her friends.
She continued down the street in a slow manner. She paused for a moment to redirect her eyes to a large clock on a building. The large, black, metal hands indicated that it was 8:56.
The girl quickly picked up her pace to a slight jog down the sidewalk. She turned a corner trying not to run into anyone and soon reached her destination. She slowed down to a speedily walk. She walked through a set of clear glass double doors into the lobby of an apartment building.
She strode over to the set of elevators and pushed the up arrow button. The button glowed a gold-like color as the girl waited. She watched as the numbers over-top the two elevators declined.
In short time one of the elevators reached the first floor. The two doors slowly parted and the girl quickly stepped inside the decorated elevator. She pressed the round button with a fifteen on it and waited for the elevator to arrive at her destination.
Soon enough the elevator came to a halt and the doors parted once more. The girl quickly left the elevator and speedily walked down the carpeted hallway.
The girl in a half jog made it to a door that looked identical to all the other doors in the hallway. The small gold colored plaque screwed on the white door had the number forty-seven imprinted upon it. She slowly reached out for the doorknob and slowly turned it and opened the door silently.
She slowly and silently made her way down another hallway only this one much shorter.
There was a room at the end of the short hallway with a light on in it. The girl slowly moved into this room being as silent as possible.
"Sara Alexandria, where have you been? Do you realize what time it is?" came an aggravated and annoyed voice as she entered the room.
Sara, the young girl, glanced over at a digital clock. The three red digits glared back at her reading 9:07.
"It's 9:07. That's seven minutes past your curfew," said the voice again in an aggravated tone.
"Yes ma'am. I was just walking to slow. I'm sorry." Sara said looking down at her feet.
"And what are we going to do about that? Hmm?" asked the voice.
"I promise next time I'll walk faster. I'm sorry. I wont be late again." Sara pleaded in a tone that sounded almost like she was afraid.
"It better not happen again. Now go to your room," the voice demanded unkindly.
Sara was quick to obey and quickly walked down another hallway with a few doors in it and quietly but quickly opened one and went inside. She walked quietly over to her made bed and laid down. She stared at the plain white ceiling.
She always hated her little confrontations with her mother; or her father for that matter. They were so strict. She was expected to be perfect. But no one is perfect. She'd mention that every now and then when she got in an argument with her parents and their response would always be that they weren't expecting her to be perfect, just a well-brought-up child. But there definition of a well-brought-up child is a perfect child.
Sara looked around her neat room. Nothing was out of place; the floor was spotless and cleaned. If her room wasn't like this all the time she would be in a dilemma with her parents.
She loved her parents; there was no doubt about that. Sometimes she just didn't agree with them. She'd look at some of her friends' parents, and they didn't seem so strict. They seemed a little more fun and enjoyable. Sure her parents were nice and all... just not like most parents it seemed. They were always so caught up in their work. They hardly had time for her.
Sara glanced around her room and finally got up and changed into her PJ's. She crawled into her bed and reached over to her nightstand and turned out the light.