Sasha stretched as she woke, the cold early morning air stinging her skin. Looking around, it took a moment to figure out where she was. The woodland near the playing fields. She had never come out this far before. She should hurry back before anyone realised she was missing. There was no way she was going back to see Dr Williams again. He gave her the creeps. There wasn't anything wrong with her anyway. She knew her parents despaired at her stories, but they weren't just stories. Why couldn't they see that? They were every bit as real as she was. Surely she couldn't be the only person to see it.
Her mother would roll her eyes as she spoke of fairies and elves and witches and goblins.
"Fairytale nonsense." she would call it.
"Poppycock." her father would nod in agreement.
It wasn't nonsense or poppycock, though. If only she could make them see. Make them believe her. Believe in her.
Sasha's hand felt inside the pocket of her dressing gown, her fingers closed around a tiny chain, feeling the shape of the miniscule key she had been given just hours before. The key to the Fairy Kingdom. Maybe this would make them believe.