She looked around with fright clutching to the tiny object she held in her fragile hands. She was squeezing it so hard her knuckles were beginning to turn white.
The scenery everything around her was different. She was clearly still outside. Grassy fields surrounding her and a forest to her left. In fact she could also see some enormous snowy mountains to her right. She couldn't believe her eyes. Was she so focused and dreamy, that she was imagining this image right now. Her mother, a physcologist would always tell her things like, "The mind is an amazing thing. You can picture anything you want." Maybe this is all in my head, maybe right now I'm still on the street. Sitting on the bench, late for my piano lesson. She felt around her for the bench or something solid, but all she felt was the grassy field and the wind flowing through her hair. She looked up slightly and the sun shone brightly in her eyes making her gasp. "My imagination has never been so accurate and lifelike before." She murmured to herself. "This has to be real. But then how did I get here...? Maybe I fell asleep and, and mom drove us to... a field, forest and mountains?" That was clearly an absured idea. "Well whatever has happened to me I can't just wait here alone." The wind brushed back into her face. "Hello anyone? Mom! Dad? Thomas? Anyone?"

"I HATE BEING ALONE!" She screamed into the wind, hearing her voice carry away. She laughed at the irony of this whole situation. Just a few minutes ago she had been wishing to be free and away from everything. School, homework, piano lessons. She hadn't practiced at all for piano. She even recalled her words, "I wish I could just get away from everything!" She paused thinking, "Was this a mini vacation?"

"I always seem to be confused, I'm always asking questions. Why don't I ever know anything? That would make things a lot easier. If someone could just tell me something. Maybe keep me company." She snivelled into her dark blue sweater. And felt very chilled.

"This isn't Toronto. Toronto's humid and wet. Maybe I'm in Alberta, grassy fields, mountains... cold and dry... Maybe mom took Thomas and I to visit our relatives. In the middle of a week with school and her job though? What if there was a family emergency? Did grandpa die?" She murmured beginning to run. Just run anywhere. If she kept running, maybe she would end up somewhere. Like... WAIT!

She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at her hands. "Where is that clock?" Her voice raised higher. "Did I leave it behind?" She ran back, looking through the grass. The tall golden, green grass.

"CRAP!" She screamed. "I've just lost the only SLIGHTLY familiar thing I have with me!" She began to cry tearfully searching around in circles where she thought she had been standing.

"Crack!" She daintily raised her foot, dreading what had just happened.

"&$!" She screamed into the wind shaking with rage. She lifted delicately the broken ornament, bent down and grabbed a few rubber bands which had snapped off. She also noticed her piano bag with music and placed everything inside. "I'm tired of this and how long have I been here, 15mins max.?" She lifted up the golden looking thing from her piano bag. "Oh right! Its broken!" But intsead looking at it she noticed it was different. Instead of the usual numbers like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, etc... there were symbols and there weren't twelve of them either. "There are... 15 of them!" "What the heck is this? What kind of sick joke is that old man playing- WAIT! THE OLD MAN! Where is he? IS he here? Did we go to the same place? No, no, no he left first.. and then I picked up the clock. What symbols where the three hands at? Oh gosh I can't remember. I think it was.." She moved the three hands and closed her eyes tight, waiting to evaporate into tiny bits and then put back together. But nothing happened. Nothing happened at all.

"Because I broke it. But it can be fixed right? I mean he fixed it after all, and then was laughing insanely. Crazy old loon. So how did it look before? The glass is cracked a bit after all... that shouldn't really matter. Oh the rubber bands! I'll have to put them back. Okay, so this one fell off here." She placed the rubber band back in its place. "And this one I think came from here." She placed a blue looking rubber band back. "I hope this stuff holds." She then took a yellow rubber band and placed it back in its rightful place. The clock shook and the rubber bands suddenly morphed into silky perfectly fashioned pieces of metal. She almost dropped it in surprise but didn't.

She then heard something and ducked into the grass.