The child's imagaination

by Electric Ella

Alice revisits the Wonderland that she dreamed up in her childhood, but in a completely different mindset. Her vivid imagination and childlike fantasies are nothing but a blur now that she is a teenager.

1. Chapter 1

Alice

Chapter one

A/N By the way, this is actually my version of Alice in Wonderland, taking the story and making it slightly sweeter, just a childhood imagination, not a creepy, weird fantasy. I'm not very good at summaries etc, but thanks for taking the time to read this and please review. And this is my take on the story but I don't own the characters etc. Thanks.

The white snowflakes scattered from the sky, landing gently on the ground and softly kissing the trees. Alice walked through the gardens, her long coat swishing against her skinny legs and petite body. Her mother had forced her to go outside, leaving her book and warm fire for the cold afternoon. She enjoyed the fresh January air, but couldn't wait to return to her book. At fifteen years old, Alice was an introverted teenager, known throughout the country for her understanding of her father's business and the family affairs.

She came to the edge of the garden. Her strong leather boots slipped on the snowy ground, but she made her way over to the gap in the fence. She had fit through so easily, all those years ago. It was about the size of a rabbit – maybe that was what had sparked her over reactive seven year old imagination. She laughed at the thought of a talking rabbit in a waistcoat – who could believe in such a thing?

Alice's boots crunched into the snow on the other side of the fence. She was careful not to ruin her beautiful coat, and the fence was easy to climb anyway. Her footprints blurred as the fresh snow covered her tracks. The trees had been so green all those years ago. She remembered her blue apron dress, her black shoes, always muddy from her outdoor adventures.

There was a clearing there. She hadn't been there since that day when she wore the beautiful little dress. She saw the tall hedges of the overgrown maze. Suddenly, Alice didn't find it too hard to believe that she had been chased by such strange creatures. The high, marble archway had hearts carved into it, and there was an old, battered playing card wedged between the claws of the cat (at least she thought that's what it was) that was perched atop the ivy-strangled archway. She remembered her childhood imaginings of the grinning cat who haunted her dreams. She wanted to turn back, but she couldn't for several reasons, the main one being that her mother said she had to be out for at least an hour, as her cheeks were apparently too pale.

She stopped. Dead still.