Post by xxbrokenheartxx on Oct 26, 2007 17:42:42 GMT -5
Aaryn need to escape. That much was obvious. She was sick of this school and of boy problems and all of that jazz. She just wanted to go somewhere else. Somewhere she hadn't been in a while. Perhaps there was somewhere like that. Where she could pretend she was in a different place. A room. She had heard people chat about it. It was supposed to take you where you wanted to go. Aaryn needed to find this room. Trying every door on the floor she new it was located one would help.
There was a small door in the middle. It was about Aaryn's height, any non-short person would have to duck to get into. It was brighter than the rest. Aaryn felt the doorknob. This must be it, she thought to herself. She opened the door slowly and went in. The room was oddly familiar. It was a kitchen, simple, very simple. A refrigerator stood directly across from her, in between her and the refrigerator was a table with four tables around it. Behind her was a sink, that was lodged into a counter. Lining the walls was counter. There was a doorway on either wall. Paper littered the table. She looked down at one of the notes. Dear Ms. Besque, we are pleased to inform you, that, in your absence, your daughter has been accepted into Trio's Hogwarts... The letter went on, but Aaryn turned away. She knew where she was. She was at home. Though she could hardly call it that, as she hadn't been there in ten years.
"Mom!" she called. She knew no one would answer her, her Mom was away, and there wasn't anyone else in the Wandering Room anyway, but Aaryn had always wanted to be able to say that. Aaryn left the kitchen and found herself in a hallway. Walking down the hallways she found herself in an area with a door directly in front of her, a staircase and another room to her left, and more hallway to her right. Aaryn walked up the staircase. She turned left and walked down another hallway. She stopped midway through and looked down. She could see the hallway below and stairs. Ignoring the doors next to her, Aaryn went to the end of the hallway. There was a bright door. A pink sign was hung on it. In big, bubbly, purple foam letters it read, AARYN'S ROOM.
Aaryn opened the door slowly. It revealed to her a pink and purple five-year-old's room. Dust covered everything and a small purple dress lay on the floor. The bed was still unmade. It was clear to Aaryn that her old room hadn't been touched since her mother had left. Aaryn picked up the dress, fingering it. She sighed slightly and clutched onto the dress. She slowly walked out of the room, the dusty dress still in her hand. She ran down the stairs and out the door. She began running through the empty streets of Muggle London.
She felt a small drizzle begin to cover her. She grinned slightly, still stanidng in the middle of the road.