Alice in Hell
Well I just heard the news today.
Seems my life, is going to change
I close my eyes, begin to pray
And tears of joy, stream down my face.
-August 9th-
I must admit, I wasn't surprised when my father told me that he's remarrying someone he met over the internet. He's one of those guys that can't be without a woman for so long, which happens to be 10 years. About 10 years ago my mother died in child birth, but luckily my brother, Aiden, lived.
I sat at the kitchen table acrossed from my father, tapping my sharp nails against the wood. It looked like he was nervous; rubbing his lips and hands together in a fast motion. I was calm as can be, which was probably making my dad even more nervous. I mean, it's not like I have anything against this woman he wants to marry. She came up to visit us a few times and she seemed really nice. Sultry, but nice.
Her name is Liane Cartman.
"Did you tell Aiden yet?" I asked my nervous father.
"Not yet, I'm afraid he won't understand."
"He's 10 years old, I'm sure he's old enough to understand…" I argued with him.
"Alice, please… Can you tell him for me? Pretty please with good shit on top?" My father begged me.
"Yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes at him, and then walked to my brother's room. He always keeps his door locked, and only opens it whenever he's hungry or needs to use the bathroom, or unless you know the secret password, which only I know. I knocked on his door twice, and there was no reply.
"Aiden, it's Alice."
"Oh… what's the password?" I heard my brother's quiet voice. He rarely talks to anyone other than me.
"Spider pig."
I heard a quiet giggle, and the door became unlocked. I opened it seeing him sitting at his desk, continuing to draw. I peered over his shoulder to see a wonderful work of art. It appeared to be a drawling of skyscrapers and taxi's, similar to our hometown of New York City. But apparently we're leaving this city soon, because my father agreed to go move in with Liane.
"Aiden what is that a picture of?"
"City."
"Ah, I see."
Aiden nodded. It's sometimes difficult getting him to speak, that's the main difference between us. He's terribly quiet and I just won't shut up. But other than that we're the same. We both love drawling, both have blue eyes, and both have brown hair. Except I recently dyed my hair blonde so I can go around saying that I'm the only kid in the family with blonde hair. Oh yeah, I rock.
"Listen to me, and listen to me good. Daddy is marrying that one lady we met and were moving in with her." I said slowly at once, trying to get this over with. He blankly looked up at me with no emotion.
"I totally saw that coming."
"Right… Dad wants us to start packing our things soon, I'll come help you when I'm done. " I mumbled, exiting his room. I walked past my father on my way to my room. He glanced up at me while he was on the phone with the family who was buying are house, and I gave him a thumbs up. He smiled gently and went back to talking into the phone. Sighing, I walked into my room and grabbed my magic 8 ball.
"Will my life change in South Park?" I asked, shaking the ball.
Ask again later.
I groaned, rolling the ball away from me. I guess I'll try again later like usual.
-August 13th-
Today's the day. The day were we take our shit and leave our hometown to venture to somewhere new, where my dad can be happy again. Or at least I hope so.
Today is also the last day I'll see my friends, which to tell the truth, I don't have a lot of friends. People don't except the kind of person I am, except my 3 friends; Max, Zoey and Chloe.
I sat Indian style in the middle of my empty room. My friends sat with me looking through all my yearbooks of the years before. It's amazing how much I changed. I used to be really short, with short curly brown hair. But now I'm very tall and have extremely long blonde hair that's straight and always held in low ponytail over my right shoulder. I also have a nose ring and my ears pierced in different places. Yeah, totally badass.
"I can't believe your leaving us!" Zoey screamed in my ear.
"It's total bullshit that you have to move in with your soon-to-be step mom. I thought its supposed to be the other way around." Max angrily said.
"I know, but I can't control what's happening." I mumbled, fingering through my ponytail.
"Ugh, it just sucks that you're moving to a new place before senior year. You're not going to be graduating here!" Chloe moaned.
"What about prom?" Zoey shouted, remembering about senior prom. Max glanced up at me and then back down and the yearbook.
"Who cares about prom, as if I would go anyway? It's full of horny boys and easy girls. I don't belong in that scene." I laughed and rolled my eyes at the stupid question. The truth is I do want to go to prom, it's just no one would probably ask me, so there's no point.
"Alice is leaving her wonderland and going to hell." Max laughed, speaking in a British accent.
"Oh shut up." I laughed pulling him into a hug. "I'm going to miss you, I'm going to miss all of you."
All 4 of us was embraced in a group hug, enjoying the few minutes left we had together.
"It's time to go now, Alice!" My father's voice echoed all the way up through my room. I looked down at my bag and an idea came into my head. I dug through my bag and pulled out a pair of scissors.
"What's with the scissors?" Chloe asked with wide, tearing eyes.
"This." I smirked, taking the scissors and cutting my ponytail off. My friends gasped, knowing that it took so long growing my hair out. Now my hair sat slightly passed my shoulders.
"I want you guys to keep this in memory of me, okay?" I smiled handing them my long hair. It seems kind of stupid to leave hair as a memory gift, but who cares. My friends smiled and hugged me again, starting to cry. It's hard to leave the people you have been with for about 17 years of your life like this. We were all raised and grew up here in New York City, and now at 17 and a soon to be senior, everything is changing.
"Bye guys, I love you." I shouted out my car window, and then the car started to pull away, and that's it. The adventure to South Park, Colorado has just begun. After a few hours my brother dozed off while listening to his iPod. I decided to give my magic 8 ball another try.
"Will my life change in South Park?" I asked again, shaking the ball.
Yes.
The magic 8 ball has finally spoken too me and I smiled. Maybe my friends are wrong, maybe instead of this new place being hell, it could possibly be a like a wonderland.
I sure as hell hope so.
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