• "I said good night!" Ebela screamed at the top of her lungs. She had just had a long and furious argument with her mother and was determined to shake it off. She changed out of her school clothes and into her silk white night gown and scraped the makeup from her pale face. As she lay sleepily in her bed, the lights now dimmed, she began to weep again. Tears soaked her pillow case and unfortunately she had forgotten to make sure her mascara was washed off. As inky black tears stained her bed sheets, Ebela hoped she would drift to sleep soon. Her eyelids drooped heavily and she yawned. However, before she knew it, she had fallen fast asleep....

    Ebela's eyes opened and before her stretched out a long path. It was made entirely of gold and shimmered softly. Surrounding the path were strange flowers who's stems changed colors and petals seemed to flutter off and re-attatch themselves to a different flower. Ebela could almost swear she heard a voice come from one of them. "Rubbish." She thought to herself. "I must be a fool to believe that a mere little flower could speak. Next I'll be hearing the trees sing or listening to the grass play musical instruments." Ebela giggled to herself at the thought but something did seem peculiar about this dream world of hers. She began a stroll down the golden path until she reached a small little house at the end of the path, with a petite little door that would barely fit her pinky through. "I suppose my journey ends here and i am to wake up now." She said with a sigh, hoping that her words may reach the ears of whomever lives inside. Howwever, the door stayed locked and Ebela stayd on the outside. Then she heard it again. It was a low murmur, the sound of at least three voices blending together in a discordant way and talking over each other. "Hello?" She called out, turning upon her heel.

    "Hello up there! Are you the master of this house? What are you doing onj the outside? Surely it isn't opposite day." One of the voices chirped.

    "No, I am not the master of this house. As you can tell im quite too tall to even fit through the front door. My name is..." Ebela called to them.

    "I dont fancy to know that my dear. We just want in...And please do stop shouting, it pains my eardrums."

    "Sorry." Ebela said in a whisper. She sat down on her knees and was suprised to see who she was talking to. There was a beautiful white tiger with a golden tiara sitting lopsided on her head. Behind her was a black mouse and a little brown and white puppy. "Oh my stars! This is certainly a suprise!" Ebela said, a little too excitedly.

    "Now now dear. This is no suprise to anyone other than you. Surely you must know who I am?" The white tiger asked. Ebela shook her head and the tiger sighed and continued. "I am Princess Camille and these are my royal suitors, the mouse is Fraul and the puppy is Marius." Ebela clapped joyfully and beamed down to them.

    "My name is Ebela Emily Eris. Named after my grandmother Isabela and my middle name is my mothers name. Oh im quite happy to meet someone here, i thought i was all alone butr dear me! I know not how to get to your size so that i may fit through the door."

    "You must be inivted in to become this size." Fraul squeaked silently. Ebela turned and rapped gently upon the wooden door with the tip of her thumb. The door opened and a little man dressed in a long white robe and matching top hat appeared.

    "Well, well, well. Princess Camille and her suitors, fraul and Marius...and who is she?" Asked the man.

    "Ebela. May she be invited in for tea? Im sure she'll explain her reasoning for being here."

    "Of course! Come in, come in. All of you, now hurry up do not slip i just washed the pathway and oops! Third step is a doozy." Ebela shrunk down and curtseyed to the man beofre entering his house and taking everything in.