She awoke laying in a misty field of grass and blue bonnets, her favorite flower found only in south west of the United States. The fog and mist were so thick she could hardly see about half a football field in front of her. Isla got up and tried to call out, but only a squeak escaped her lips. She jerked her head to the side, but instantly regretted that decision. Though her head could move, her neck let her go to far to the right. The searing pain that accompanied the action put her back on her knees. When she got up for the second time she noticed a glimmer in the field. A glimmer that resembled the reflection of the world on a pair of glasses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey guys, welcome to my first book! I hope you guys enjoy! I am always, always open to suggestions, so if you have an idea about where the story should go please hit me up and I will dedicate that part to you for your efforts. I want this book to involve the community. Again, I hope you all enjoy!