Sara opened her eyes quickly, only to shut them again due to the harsh light shining through the window she fell asleep next to. She had had a nightmare again. These were pretty regular things for Sara Tancredi. The nightmares would usually be all too real, the last moments of her mother alive, her mother's funeral. These nightmares were too much for a 15 year old to take and they would always take an even worse turn, usually due to her father. His involvement only made them worse.
She stretched her arms above her head and yawned at the realisation that she now had to wake up and she was still tired. She swung her legs around so that her feet rested on the floor, and turned her body to look out of the window. She could see neighbours in their gardens, enjoying the sunny weather that was hitting Chicago.
Sara got up and looked into a mirror attached to a fitted wardrobe on the wall. After straightening her hair and the creases in her clothes, Sara set off out of the room and down the long landing to the stairway. Peering over the banister slightly, she couldn't see or hear anything. This meant that hopefully her father had gone out. She really didn't want him around her, she didn't want to move here with him, but she had to, she had no other family in California and plus, he made her. She had no choice.
Sara decided to enjoy the weather while it was here and went through the kitchen and out of the back door onto the huge, pleasant rear garden boasting a 15x20m swimming pool. All of the things from their Californian home had now been delivered and so Sara could get out her lounger, and sunbathe. Stripping down to her black and pink bikini that she had on underneath her clothes, Sara lay down, closed her eyes and tried to forget everything. But the peace was disturbed all too suddenly by a voice over the fence.