Kitty sat on her bed and pouted. Her wicked step-mother had made her scrub the toilet. Why?
Because Kitty’d thrown up dinner.
It hadn’t tasted good. The stuff WSM had thrown into that awful concoction she called spaghetti tasted like stinky feet. What did she expect?
Apparently, she expected Kitty to scrub the toilets after barfing. She didn’t even offer a hug. Or a washcloth. She’d just handed over the toilet scubber.
Arg! Kitty wanted to leave. Why had Dad picked her? She was a witch! She even admitted to it!
“Kitty.” Lowie’s whisper was urgent as she poked her dark head out from underneath the bed. She was three years younger than Kitty and a complete pain the patuty. She wasn’t even in Kindergarten yet, but she got all the attention. Probably because she was so cute.
Kitty pointedly ignored her little sister.
She rolled her eyes. Couldn’t she get a good pout? She was mad, here. “What?”
“You’ve gotta see this.”
The underside of the bed? Yeah. Kitty’d already seen that. A hundred times. The WSM had bought that bed, so the first thing Kitty had done was to stick gum to the bottom of it. After several months, she’d put a lot of wads of gum to the bottom of that board.
Served the WSM right.
Oh, for crying at a monkey! Kitty shot off the bed, anger twisting her empty belly. She fell to her hands and knees, prepared to scream at her sister.
Only, she couldn’t see her little sister. Lowie was nowhere to be found. Sure, under the bed was dark, but it wasn’t that dark. “Lowie?” she called.
“I’m down here.”
She didn’t sound that far away, but, then, why couldn’t Kitty see her? She crept forward, lowering herself closer to the floor to make it under the bed. The bed frame dug into her back and her tailbone bumped the bunkbed into the wall. Let the WSM complain about that. Kitty didn’t–
Somewhere, the floor had disappeared. She tumbled through black space. She couldn’t see anything. No dust bunnies. No stuffies. No carpet. No crazy kitten. No bunk bed.
She saw a glimmer of light. It spun. No. She was spinning. Head over feet.
“Kitty!” Lowie called again.
Lowie’s small hand caught Kitty’s wrist in a grip that would have normally made Kitty mad. Very mad.
But, as the world righted itself, she discovered she wasn’t under the bed anymore. She wasn’t sure she was still in the same city as Dad and the WSM. The sky was blue. Brilliant, bright blue. The sun was orange.
But everything else was different.
There were stars in the sky with the sun. The trees were short and stubby, and appeared to be made out of cardboard. The road they stood on was painted a glittery pink.
Lowie stood next to a post with several signs pointing in many directions.
Kitty read the signs.
Red Road Forest
Flying Monkey Lake
The last sign seemed to be broken, the arrow portion of the wooden sign being completely off.
Lowie smiled a wide, annoying smile, her shoulders rising to meet her ears. “Wanna go see the Tick-Tock?”
Kitty turned, surprised and a little scared. Where were they?
And how had the place under the bed lead them here?