Their Promised Queen

Chapter 1   “You will be mine one day. When that day comes, all of this will be yours as well.” I wake up with a start. What had started as a normal dream, you know, the one about giving a presentation in underwear at school, had turned into something odd. It was a dream, I mean, I am sure I was sleeping. But it felt more like a premonition, like I was actually there.  “Honey, wake up!” Mom calls up the stairs. It is just my mom and me. She has been overly protective of me for a long time. Who could blame her? Dad and Jason died when I was seven years old. They were on their way to the city when an animal jumped out and caused an accident that killed them both.  I say all of this because it is 2 weeks to my 18th birthday, and my high school graduation, and she still refuses to let me get my own driver’s license. So, she wakes me up at the butt crack of dawn to get ready so we can get to my high school before anyone else. She hates to be around others, especially in vehicles. “Okay mom be down in a little bit,” I yell from my bed, tossing my pillow over my face. Maybe if I can block it all out, I can avoid today. Why today you ask? My boyfriend, or shall I say ex-boyfriend, just found himself a new girl to hang on his arm at school. Like that has ever been a problem for him. We dated for two years and I thought it would last into college, he thought differently. “I can’t wait to leave this place behind,” I whisper to myself. I decide it’s time to jump out of bed, before mom comes up to get me. I walk into my bathroom. Blue walls, yellow shower curtain and grey clouds against my white ceiling. My dad painted it back when we moved into our house when I was 6. So, even though this bathroom might seem childish, I haven’t had the heart to change it. It brings me a sense of joy when I walk into it each morning. As I am looking in the mirror to triage my new chin zit, I can’t help but notice my other features. Dark brown hair, just like dad. Blue/Green eyes that don’t even seem remotely real. I have had so many people tell me they think I am lying when I mention they aren’t contacts but are in fact real. My eyes sit too close together and are far too big for my face. My ears form this really weird peak at the top. Sometimes, when I look at myself, I feel like I am looking at one of those anime shows that pop up on tv at one in the morning. It is surprising to me that I have even been in a relationship as I don’t feel or look remotely beautiful, just ordinarily odd.  I turn around, spin the faucet to hot with just a tad of cold, and start removing my underwear. Mom would kill me if she saw what my underwear and bras looked like. My friend Ruby took me to Victoria Secret one weekend and helped me buy a bunch of skimpy underclothes. The one I was wearing yesterday was a bright red thong. It went perfect with the red lacey bra I had on under my black, white, and red dress I was wearing for my graduation pictures. I noticed my ni***es were a little perky and sensitive today. Hmm…odd. Maybe a leftover feeling from the dream I had right woken up from. I go ahead and jump into the shower and let the hot water cascade over my body. I lather up my hair, rinse it out, and get out of the shower.  I run downstairs for breakfast after I got dressed and had brushed my hair. “Hey mom!” I yell into the kitchen as I am putting on my shoes. I start to walk back to the kitchen and feel like something hit me in the chest. It hit so hard I fell back on my butt. When I went to stand up I noticed I wasn’t in my house anymore. I was standing in a long hallway with a velvety blue rug that ran the length of the hallway. I tensed up, someone was behind me.  “I have been waiting for you for a long time,” the voice said. “You are who we have all been waiting for. Our beautiful queen.” “What are you talking about???” I turn around. But as I did, the hallway disappeared. “Elora, who are you talking to?” mom asked me worriedly.  What the hell just happened?!