Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't Own Alice In Wonderland just a wonderful copy of it siting on my desk.
The value of life doesn't even pass your mind until someone you know dies, or maybe its when they are dying. A week ago, a boy in my school jumped off the roof of our school. I remember hearing the thump of the body next to the window I was sitting at. The girl behind me started freaking out and yelling. I wonder if anybody noticed him as he fell, or of the first person to notice his hand wasn't a bird banging into the window was her. Its sad how everyone is talking about this kid like he is Jesus rising from the water, or was it grave, on the third day. Does it mean that I'm a bad person because I don't care about what his name was? I'm not like my parents who claim all this was a publicity stunt. They tell me that they wish they had another daughter like Mary-Ann and Alice. They don't even remember my name. Its always just Alice this, Alice that, why can't you be more like Alice? Did they forget about all their children except for Alice? I wonder if they could remind me of my name. If they could let it slip out of their lips. All I remember is Alice. I wonder if they even remember their names or do they think they are Alice? Do they think Mary-Ann is Alice? If I became Alice would you love me? Would you remember my name and praise me? Is it too much to ask to let me become Alice? What about just her name?
Ok! Hi everyone who is reading this story. This is not my first story ever but I have not written one in a long time so If there are any serious ones please let me know!
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