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...Meeting&Leaving...

...Chapter One: Windows are open...

I sat there in my room pondering what made the world sane. Why were there some sane people, then some madd? I honestly believed that the whole world was filled with madd people. Nobody in the whole world was sane! My own Father wasn't even sane. i knew for sure that I wasn't sane. I was as madd as they came. Cheshire told me that, sod did the Hatter, and I believed them.

My body felt tired so I lay back in my bed ready to dream of the odd and wondrous things in Wonderland.

The next morning I woke to the smell of eggs. Oh, I love eggs! I ran down stairs to find my made ,Melinda, cooking breakfast for me. "Mmmm. Melinda breakfast smells great, but I have to hurry and go to the library so I can finish my book of poems." I sighed at the thought of them. "I'm on the last one! Its by EdgarAllan Poe. Annabell Lee, is the name." It was supposed to be about the woman he loved, and lost.

Melinda laughed and grabbed a plate. "Don't get to caught up in those books, dear." She turned to me with a plate full of eggs and smiled. "You know that you have to practice you're lady things." Melinda laughed and winked at me. She was a tall woman with brunet hair that was always up in a bun and her eyes were a deep brown. She had a fairly tan skin tone and she was always so cheerful. Every once and a while, I thought that she was sane, but then I would see the look in her eyes as I told her my stories about Wonderland. She was fascinated with them.

After breakfast I quickly made my way to the library and read my final poem. It was so beautiful, I had to read it over and over again. He had to me truly madd if he wrote this. I laughed at my thoughts and put the book back in it's place. Then I made my way to the dining hall where we held dinner parties and things like that.

When I arrived I saw my Father sitting at the table waiting for me. "Ah, Alice, you finally made it." He said with a slight tiredness in his voice. He hated these dinner practices just as much as I did. We went through hours and hours of how to act at a dinner party and witch fork to use when you ate certain things, and may the Red Queen smite you if you accidentally used the wrong one.

I could see the tiring look upon my Fathers face and felt sorry for him. He had to work all day! Then he had to come and do this... this... madness! I almost laughed out loud when I said that in my head, but then I looked at the dinner teacher and he was staring a dreadful stare right at me.

My head hurt from all of his lecturing, so I did the thing that my own Father wouldn't. "I'm done for the day." My voice was calm as I stood up and walked to the director. "You may leave now so that me and my Father may eat." I bowed and shooed him away.

Father looked at me with relief beaming from his blue eyes. "Thank you Alice." He said as he lay his head down on the table. "I didn't think I could take much more of his infernal teachings." He laughed into the table cloth.

I walked out of the dining hall and into the kitchen as fast as possible. "Henny! Henny!" I called out to the chef.

Henny poked his head around the corner and looked down at me. I was fifteen years old and he still looked at me as if I were ten. "Yes my little Chudak?" He called me that all the time. It meant weirdo in Irish. When I first got the name I was five, and he saw me doing something weird, what it was I couldn't remember for my dear life, but he was one of my favorites in the mansion.

"Father has a headache and he's in the dining hall with his head on the table again." Henny nodded and pointed to a cupboard behind him as he took the lid off the top of the pot and stirred it. "Get some bowls out of there for me Chudak." He stated. I did as I was instructed and grabbed the bowls. I watched as I saw Henny drop two pills into one of the bowls and pour soup into it and stirred it until the pills dissolved. Then he poured me mine and added a little extra salt because that's the way I liked my soup and he knew it.

I took Fathers bowl in my right hand and mine in my left. "Hungry Father?" I asked as I entered the dining hall. His head popped up and nodded at me. "I thought you would be." I said as I set the bowl in my right hand down in front of him and sat beside him with mine. He slurped his up and sat back in his chair. I was almost finished with mine, but I set it down instead of finishing it. "Father?" He looked at me. "Do you think that I could go to work with you tomorrow?" I knew he would say no, but I had to try. I wanted to help relive the stress from his already filled shoulders.

Like the last thousand times he did before, he shook his head. "No. I'm sorry Alice, but I'll be leaving for one week on business. you must stay here while I am gone. "Now, it is time for bed. Go clea up and I will summon Melinda to take care of the mess and I shale be up soon to wish you a good night." He stated and I did as I was told.

As I climbed into bed I saw my father come into my room and walk over to my bed. "Good night Alice. Don't let madness take over tonight." He smiled and headed for the door, but when it closed I felt a rush of sadness rush over me.

"If you payed attention, you would know that it already has." Then I drifted to sleep.

I woke to a sound in my room later that night. When I rolled over in my bed I saw that my window was open, but when I got up to close it I herd a voice behind me. "Never close a window."

I quickly turned to see who was in my room at sleeping hours. "Wh-who are you?" I asked as I stared at a boy around my age standing in front of me. He wore a green jacket with no shirt underneth, reveling his soft muscular chest, and a pair of green tights. He had blue eyes just like me, but he had messy red hair that was adorable.

"Well I'm Peter."

PETER IS HERE! WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?