Hey guys! It's DonnaJane54! I have been gone for a while, I know. And I'm sorry, but being a new teenager has it's perks. And it's hells.
ANYWAY, I am writing this because I'm bored, and writing my book has become too consuming. I can't forget about you guys!
Also, you heard me. I'm writing a book! I don't want to give away much, but I'm proud of how it's going. I really don't know the end result, so that's why I'm writing it. Because when I know the end, I get BORED.
Anyway, enjoy! And if you think this sucks, tell me what I need to work on! And! After publishing this story, I will be able to become a Beta! So, need a beta?!
He really didn't know what to say about her. Seriously, he just didn't.
She wasn't short, she didn't smell like fresh hay and tree chips, and most of all, she wasn't Grace.
Grace was a carbon copy of her Mother, and her Mother was so beautiful, it made you turn stupid.
At least, that's how Jefferson felt. But seriously, he had a niece in this land, without magic, mind you, who wasn't his niece, at all.
Dylan Esme Daniels was tall, long, curvy, smart, protective, curious, messy and goofy. So. Very. Goofy. But best of all, she remembered, just like him.
They sat at the table, in the grandeur kitchen, and stared at each other in the eye.
"I'm Dylan Esme Daniels. That's my name here." She smiled, her messy auburn braid sitting on her shoulder, all the way to her ribs.
"My name is Jefferson…Hatt. Here, anyway. Damn, Regina couldn't think up a more mean name…" he cursed Regina in his mind, and Wonderland. He wanted to just…Become Mad, or more than he is.
"Your thoughts are terrifying, so stop. Another thing, you keep chanting Grace in the back of your head." She looked at him with interest, and honestly, he had no patience. Standing quickly, he walked over to the huge staircase, bounding up each step with fury. He could hear Dylan follow him up, and he hoped, he prayed that Grace was asleep upstairs.
When he made it to the bedrooms, there wasn't a soul upstairs. Dylan's bedroom door hung open, and he walked in. "It's exactly like how I left it in Paxia." She walked up to the 4-post bed, and examined the blankets.
"You were from Paxia?! The peace kingdom? What did you guys do to piss off Regina?" She shrugged, and they continued looking around, until they came to a room with material, a sewing machine, and some hat-designs. Jefferson's face turned ashen and cruel, and told Dylan to leave. She understood, and left the room.
Memories, cold, dark, cruel, long and especially maddening, were swimming into his mind like ink in water.
"Gotta make it work! Gotta make it work! GOTTA MAKE IT WORK!"
"Grace, Grace, Grace, GRACE!"
"I love you, Grace."
"Tea, my darling?"
And so, with both good and bad memories of home, that's when he spotted the telescope.
He put his eye to the lens, and gasped, in horror, and happiness.
His Grace, beautiful and happy.
His Grace, giving hugs and kisses to a man and a woman, who he recognized as his neighbors.
Saying, I love you Mommy and Daddy.
And he slowly, but surely, went down from there.
As the years past, he lost all hope.
His one hope was his hats, the supposed savior, Dylan and that Goddamned telescope.
He didn't understand why 13 year old Dylan stayed with him, pretending, when she remembered. Everything. He guessed it was because she needed someone who remembered.
Because, really, who could love such a beast as him? Who made Bi-polarism look completely normal.
Because who could ever learn to love a Beast?
