My name is Alice. Don't let my name mislead you I am not the same Alice that fell down the rabbit hole to find a world of beauty and lessons to be learned. Nor am I the Alice that gets over her fear and finds confidence once she wakes up from a dream. I am the Alice that fell down the rabbit hole to discover nothing but lies that I will never wake up from. My story is dreary and has never been told. My story is what would have happened if Alice in Wonderland would never wake up because she was already awake. This is my story.
I should probably start at the beginning for that is always the best place to start a story.
It begins on a warm summer day, the first to be exact, while I was walking through the garden behind my parent's house. The garden was on the very back of their property about two miles away from the house I liked to walk through the garden with my pet, Snow. Snow was a small white rabbit. She was very well behaved and rarely got in to trouble. This where my story begins.
I looked up and saw dark grey clouds lumbering above the garden and decided that it was probably best that I head home in case it starts to rain. I would hate to be caught out of the house. And Snow hates to get wet.