I head down the street with one of my professors. "Mr. Merwood, at your service Madam Juliet." He would say with a bow and a funny accent whenever he saw me. Mr. Merwood is my favorite professor. He makes history fun somehow, and he could always make me laugh. We walk into his little toy shop. You can always find him here after school, hiding a smile under his bushy mustache. Toys of all shapes and sizes line the walls. Mr. Merwood made wonderful things for his store. He never buys toys. I think he likes the challenge. Mr. Merwood walked into the back so I follow. But as I walk, I see another door. As I step into the room, I heard in the hallway Mr. Merwood shout "No!" but I already shut the door. Black walls surround me. I step once, twice, three times. It feels as if the world shifts. Suddenly I'm being lifted softly into the air. Higher and higher, the room lifts with me. Once I start falling back down, time seems to slow too. The room didn't slow though, it hit my head as I fell. But instead of falling on the hard black floor, a comfortable, cute, neat bed. Not my messy old mattress. A bed for a princess... But where was Mr. Merwood?
Writing by me, font from online. Help from @Callyandfredy10
