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Chapter 1/Cabinet to the Left
Dear Peter,
Thanks so much for writing. It's always good hearing from my boy. But then again, you're not much of a boy now, are you? That's a good thing though, I promise. How is my baby girl doing? She looks better than ever in the picture you sent me. Did you pay for your school pictures again boy? If so, I promise I'll get you and your sister away from there soon Peter. If it's the last thing I do, I'll get you both away.
I sent a package along with the letter, but don't give it to your sister before next week, okay? I want it to be special. Anyway, try to write as soon as you can, you really don't know how good it is to hear from you boy.
If you could take more pictures, that would be great. I know being there would be better, but I'm doing the best I can boy, I swear. I'll get you and your sister away one day Peter.
Allen
The young fifteen year old read the letter over once more before pulling close to him a small brown box completely covered in tape, that came with it. Peter figued he'd better open it to see if he needed to go get something else for his sister. Usually his father was good at picking out presents for them, (especially since he'd never once laid eyes on them except in pictures), but Peter figured that there was a first time for everything.
He carefully cut the edges of the tape with a pen that he always seemed to have handy, and pulled open the box. Inside, (along with many packing peanuts), was a small glass figure of a black dragon breathing orange fire.
Gazing at the small token, Peter found himself smiling, but abruptly stopped once he realized. He placed the dragon back into the box and closed it, his young sister would defiantely like it. She was into dragons for one reason or another.
Next to him, Peter's alarm clock rang out twice before he slammed it quiet. It was time to leave. He rubbed the sleep out of his playful brown eyes, and rolled out of bed. Surely his sister was still asleep, and it would take awhile to wake her up. Peter tried to open his squeaky door as quietly as he could so as not to wake his mother, before walking across the hall to his sister's room. Her door was covered in stickers and drawings, and in the center, were six foam letters, (of her own design of course), that spelled out : SIARRA
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