Siarra looked out the window in desperation, hoping to clear her clouded mind. She sighed and got up. The time was so hot, so she didn't bother covering up herself. Laying in the bed, her life started to flash before her eyes and she wondered why. She suddenly felt some sort of soft cushion in her mind mind, calming her down, telling her everything will be alright.
She suddenly felt cold, and like she couldn't fight the sleep anymore, like she couldn't fight anything. So she let herself go, trusting the sleep to take her to a good place.
She woke up to the a alarm bell, and quickly turned it off.
"Come on Sara, we need to get ready for your tournament, or you will be late! Hurry up!"
"Ok mom!" Siarra casually said until she froze and caught what her lips just uttered, letting out tears and her mom turned back to look at her with a bright smile and turned around to go into the kitchen.
'Only she calls me Sara....where even am I?' Siarra thought as she looked around. She gasped as she saw pictures and posters of the "Ice Princess" all over her wall.
This was her childhood home...where she grew up. She ran to look in the mirror. But found something odd.
She was still her sixteen year old self.
She was in this home when she was six though.
Siarra shrugged and got up.
She walked to the bathroom, did her business, personal hygiene and all that and got out.
"I picked out a gorgeous suit for your tournament today darling!!!" Her mother shouted happily from the kitchen, where the whiff of spaghetti and meatballs hit her nostrils.
She looked down her body which seemed to have...gone down a bit.
She lost weight in a dream? Huh?
Wait..
"Mom, what tournament?!" She asked her mother confused.
Although they haven't seen each other since her parent's death four years ago, it seemed like everything was so normal.
"Your figure skating tournament sweetheart! Don't you remember? How could you not?!" The mother said with a chuckle.
Siarra's eyes widened...
She left that dream behind after the accident...which was sad cause she loved it so much, but her mom's sister, her aunt, didn't make living as much easy for her so she had to drop some things that she liked.
She went and opened the door to her room, covered in her towel and dropped it, quickly picking up afterwards.
"How the fuck did she afford this?!" Siarra thought, holding up the skate suits.
The costumes was perfect....sadly only one could be chosen.
(Choose one.)
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