Chapter Two

Abigail raises her hands up to block the bright white light and drops Bella. When the light fades she lowers her hands to find she is standing in the entrance way of the dollhouse. To her left is the dinning room with a wooden table set for eight with blue and white plaid napkins and shiny silverware. There is a white candle in the center of the table and a china cabinet in the corner of the room filled with trinkets.

On the right side of the entrance way is the living room. In there is a flora pattern couch, with cute throw pillows on each end, a Victorian chair that is a perfect match to the couch, a coffee table that has nothing on it, and their is a fireplace with a fire going. Pictures on the wall catch Abigail's eyes and she moves into the room. On the wall around the fireplace are pictures of her family. On one side is her mom, her grandmother, and some other similar looking people that she doesn't know. And on the other side are pictures of Grandpa, her daddy, Great Aunt Lilly, and a few others she just saw downstairs at the funeral. But what she really notices is that her picture is on both sides of the wall.

Thud. Something hits the window. Abigail turns around and cannot believe her eyes. She walks up to the window. There before her eyes is a whole new world. Flowers are as big as trees. There are creatures she has never seen before strolling about. Bright beautiful colors all around. She walks back toward the entrance way and the door. She stops to the sound of someone walking up the steps. It sounds like it coming from the dining room. She walks in there and pauses then turns around back to the entrance way and looks at the stairs. She walks up them. Beautiful pictures hang along the stairs. Some are pictures of the things she just saw out the window with bright and vibrant colors. Others are pictures of the attic and grandpa's house. When she reaches the second floor landing she stops to listen. The sound is coming from the room on the left. She walk toward it and opens the door. It is a quaint bedroom, with a four post bed, and a lovely quilt. There is also a night stand with a beautiful Tiffany lamp. She still hears the foot steps and goes to the window. Out the window is the attic and all the toys. And Bella. Bella is on the floor all alone. The foot steps get louder. A bright flash of white light.