The Portal Door

A magic door between two completely different worlds.

Chapter 1,
Elizabeth woke from her bed; her dark brown hair messily draped over her. She yawned, her vison still slightly blurry from waking. The sharp ringing of her alarm clock startled her, making her jump back. As her hand slammed on the clock, it silenced, leaving her in peace. The sun still hadn't risen, leaving Elizabeth in the dimness in her room. The floor creaked under her weight as she walked to her bathroom. The light flickered a bit before becoming stable. She opened the drawer embedded in her mirror, pulling out her toothbrush and toothpaste. She ran her toothbrush under the water, still tired. She put the brush in her mouth, staring at herself in the mirror. The toothpaste was minty; almost spicy. As she finished brushing her teeth, the sun had begun to rise.

The warm glow filled the room, illuminating it. Elizabeth grabbed her cloths, changing. She heard shuffling downstairs. It was probably her mother making breakfast. She would have to go down there eventually, facing the truth that she would have to return to school. Oh, that awful school. The kids there were always bullying her because she was the "little rich girl". It's not like she CHOSE to be rich! She would give every expensive thing to just be treated like a normal kid.

"Elizabeth!" Her mother called from downstairs. "Come down for breakfast dear!"

Elizabeth stepped downstairs, seeing her parents and older brother. Her mother was making breakfast, while her father was busy filing paperwork. Her older brother, Roman, was on his phone. She sat down, slumped. "Posture Elizabeth." Her mother corrected, prompting Elizabeth to straighten up. She composed her back, annoyed.

Her mother looked at her, pleased. "Thank you, dear. We cannot have poor posture. We have a reputation to uphold." Elizabeths mother continued her monologue, not even noticing Elizabeth wasn't the least bit interested. The smell of the breakfast was alluring. The sweet smell of homemade pancakes drifting in the air. The savory sent of the bacon creating an orchestra of delectable smells.

"Uhm, Mother? is the food ready yet?" Elizabeth asked, starving. She hadn't eaten dinner yesterday. They had gotten caviar and sushi. Who would want to eat raw fish eggs?