[color=purple][b]Sarah~[/b][/color]
     Another empty box flew across the room, landing in a pile now large enough to encompass the entirety of the large balcony just outside the bedroom.  A warm summer breeze made its way easily through the opened French doors causing Sarah’s fallen tendrils of hair to dance around her cheek bones.  The majority of her morning was being spent unloading box after box as she attempted to find room to organize her old life amongst the new.  

     Sarah still couldn’t believe she was thousands of miles from where she grew up all of her life.  Virginia was a stunning state, surrounded in lush beauty far comparing to the open planes of her hometown in Texas.  There weren't unbearable summers, or tornadoes to worry about....still...looking at a picture of her friends she couldn’t help but feel a twinge at her heart.

     Sarah reminded herself she had to be positive.  If one started to let themselves think the glass was only half full they would never make it out of the rut.  She merely shook her head as if sending the negative thoughts beyond the reach of consciousness, never to return.  Putting the picture on the shelf she thought, [color=purple][i]”This is a good thing. There are endless possibilities here.  I can paint, have adventures...a new start.”[/i][/color]  With this she finished unpacking, stacking the mass of cardboard outside into a pile taller than herself.  Deciding to reward herself by painting, she searched for her art bag to no avail.  No matter how hard Sarah looked around she couldn’t find it.  Instantly, she searched the house for her dad, following the sound of a hammer, [color=purple]“Dad do you know where my art supplies is?”[/color]

     Needless to say, after being given several dead ends and dishing out much parental harassment she finally was told to check the attic.  Climbing the rickety ladder, she was greeted by a stagnant atmosphere and dust.  Waving her hand in the air to shoo away cobwebs she located the string leading to the light, illuminating the room.  Muttering to herself she scanned her surroundings, [color=purple]“I swear if I fall through this roof over this I am going to Spartan kick my dad into a well.”[/color]  Sighing, she carefully made her way over the rafters, only allowing her feet to make contact with sturdy two by sixes, until making it to the portion of the attic that had a functional floor.  

     It took several minutes, (and a variety of sassy comments) but Sarah as last had her hands upon the box with her name plastered in dark black sharpie.  Opening the lids she grasped the bag (leaving the rest of the contents to worry about later). Giving a small pull she found it rather reluctant to come with her.  Tugging harder, the bag slipped free causing her to lose her balance, collapsing to the floor with a loud thud.  Stunned for the moment, her pride felt no penalty as she at last had her prize.  Announcing she was fine to concerned parents, she held her trophy up with a smile but was distracted, noticing an odd glow coming from the distance.  Confused, she crawled towards the illumination to only to find a small door encased in light.   

     The average person, in finding a small glowing door, would more than likely high tail it, never to return to the attic again.  Sarah was no such coward, turning the knob she simply mentally shrugged [color=purple][i] What is the worst that could happen?  Carpe Diem and all that jazz. [/i].[/color]  Crawling through the entrance she continued on for what seemed like forever, until she at last saw a small light in the distance.  Coming out the other side Sarah found herself surrounded with clothes, and hats stranger than she had ever seen. [color=purple] “Where am I?”[/color]  she questioned aloud, standing and dusting herself off.  In the distance she saw a peculiar fellow wearing fake rabbit ears. [color=purple] “Excuse me sir….”[/color]