My life used to be horrible. I would wake up... go to my god forbidden school, go home and sleep. Every day was exactly the same, it was a boring life. Barely any action. When I was younger I used to believe in tales of pixies, elves and fairies. But as I got older I felt as if none of it mattered, I guess I was right but now I can never shake the feeling that I made the wrong decision all those years ago. My Dad divorced my Mom several years ago, she was mortified, frightened and eventually became unfit to care for me.

And so I went to live with my Great Aunt. Old aunt Nora was a strange Woman, she always seemed to talk to herself, or perhaps she thought that her Husband Garry was still around. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, I had always thought that she was strange. Me and my brother Lucas always used to joke that she was really a witch or perhaps an alien sent to Planet Earth to take over us all. But wasn't very good at blending in with the rest of us. However my life changed a few weeks ago.

I woke up one morning to find that my Aunt was not there. She had left a note of course, however her hand writing was terrible; I wasn't sure if she knew it, but I hadn't the heart to tell her, being old of course. However I could make out a few words. From those words I guess the sentence could be; Going Shopping. But Great Aunt Nora never left me alone, she used to baby me a lot... I mean why would she baby me of all people. If the kids in my school found out they would call me names, " like Baby faced Emma " or " Baby " or... I don't now. They would insult me.

I walked downstairs. I could smell something strange, following the smell it led me to the Kitchen. The smell seemed to be coming from some burnt sausages. Great Aunt Nora was never a good cook, always burning the simplest of foods, Her egg was always runny and her toast always ended up burnt around the edges.. When I first moved in I used to feed the egg to Pickles my Aunt's cat, then again who knows, maybe that's how Pickle's died. The toast would always end up behind the radiator. I mean there must of been an army of them there by now.

I then proceeded to walk through to the living room. There was something always odd about the living room, she always had lots of Russian Dolls, they looked like they were always staring at me. However avoiding all of these distractions I finally turned the TV on. It was a Saturday morning, that was when I noticed it. The Hourglass, Aunt Nora had always told me not to touch it, however she wasn't here to tell me what to do. And so I touched it, placing each finger carefully onto the glass. I felt weird... somewhat dizzy, suddenly I saw something, I wasn't in the Living Room anymore, there also seemed to be a rabbit in front of me, what a strange dream...