Welcome to story time! (Parts one and two)

Instructions

Sonaria Hello, Diana here! If you're reading this for fiction, I envy you. But if you're reading this because you think you are one of us, beware. It comes at a price. I am Diana Swiftman and this is my story. It all started at home. My little sister Brianna was banging on the door to my bedroom. “Diana! Diana? You'll be late for school! she giggled. I remember going and getting out of bed, walking over to my black trimmed mirror, and screaming “BRIANNA GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!” I was so mad! A pink, glittered, messy and horrified face was staring back at me. My messy, bright blue hair was covered in pink glitter, my face covered in pink face paint. Ugh. Pink. EW. I put my contacts in before Brianna came in. I have to wear contacts not because I can't see, but because my eyes are kind of weird. The left one is ice blue and the other one is gold, like, metallic gold. “What's wrong?” Briana giggled. “My face is whats wrong!” I yelled at her. I was filled with rage and must have blacked out because I woke up to a steady beeping. Scarlett, my dog, was licking my face. She is named Scarlett because she has a scarlet pelt with deep, scarlet eyes. She also wears contacts. “Mom?” I croaked. “Dad?”. Then I realized. Dad isn't here anymore. He went missing last year. My mother sighed and asked me “Do you remember what happened?” “No,” I replied. “I remember getting angry though,” My mother was standing over me, anguish lines all over her face. Thalia, my best friend, was standing over me. “Mom, are my contacts in?” I hurriedly asked her as I bolted up. “Yes they are in,” She replied “Contacts?” Thalia asked quizzically. “Uhm, yeah I use contacts,” I reply quickly Suddenly, the doctor walked in. “Ms Diana Swiftman?” He asked, it was funny he looked like he was addressing the whole room. “Yes, that's me.” I spoke up. The doctor led me away, pushing my mother and Thalia away as we walked. “X-ray,” he simply replied. I was a bit skeptical but chose not to say anything. Bad move on my part. I followed him as he led me down the hall. “Where are we?” I shouted at him. The hospital, along with Thalia and my mother had disappeared “We are in Sonaria, Diana,” “But Sonaria is just a story,” I replied. “Now tell me where we are!” “Sonaria,” He said. “Look around you. What do you see?” “I-,” I saw dense, green ferns and ivy curling slowly up trees everywhere I looked. It was tropical. I felt alone, small, scared. “Are we in Nat Geo?” I asked, fighting the lump in my throat. Suddenly a figure appeared. She was slicing through the foliage. When she finally sliced through it all, I realized she was my friend. Deja but with dual katanas in hand She had always spoken a little funny. She was 13 like me but she always said “Young one” like she was older than me. Deja always helped me write my stories. “Deja?” I asked. “Yes, young one.” She then bowed. “Are you confusing me with-” I was about to say royalty but was distracted by something in the leaves. Wait, not something, but someone.