Chapter 3:

Hairs were tall soldiers on the back of her neck. Chills had a race down her spine. Her thin arms were prickled with goose bumps. Lilly slowly entered the door..

Before she knew it, she was falling. Yes, falling. Her lungs roared and her voice was twice as loud. THUMP! 'What is wrong with this dream?' She mumbled to herself.

"Yee OK, Lacey?" Harry yelled.

"YES. And it is Lilly. L-I-L-L-Y!" She yelled back, clearly upset.

"K, better shut the door!" A voice yelled, not like Harry's. The mysterious voice cackled and the only thing that showed where she was, was a dim skylight above her head. Girls around her were whispering things such as, " Ooh! Lacey looks ROYAL and spoilt! Hah! Imagine her attempting to survive here! Oops! I meant L-I-L-L-Y!"

Lilly's face dropped. She wasn't the most tomboy of girls, she went to netball clubs and enjoyed sports, but that doesn't mean she was royal. Her eyes welled up with tears and she ran over to an empty corner. How was she ever going to get back home?