Lewis Carroll was the creator of Alice In Wonderland, and is responsible for Alice and all the other characters in this story. Give him the credit of the appearances of the characters of his that do appear in this story. Thank you.
Chapter 1
It was noon. Snow blanketed the field, and enveloped the old oak tree. It was still slightly snowing. Alice enjoyed the snow, though. She stared out her little window with her curious blue eyes towards the old tree, and thought of her sister. She remembered her sister reading history stories to her, trying to get her to pay attention, when Alice would daydream with her cat Dinah. Suddenly, Alice wished she had listened attentively, given her sister all she deserved by showing love. But Alice had never really seemed to connect with her family; one of the reasons why she loved Dinah so much. Alice realized how much of an impact her sister really made on her life, though. If it weren't for her sister, she never would've visited the tree so much. And if she never visited the tree, she may have never gone to Wonderland.
Her sister had passed away just 4 days after that peculiar dream. Alice had never cried so much. Her sister had received a cold, about a week before Wonderland. The cold had gone away, and her sister seemed fine for a couple days. But then, the day after Wonderland, she became extremely sick. The doctors defined it as pneumonia. She began coughing up blood, more and more every day. It was always so hard for Alice to see her this way. She was always Alice's smart, strong-willed older sister. She'd never been so helpless. Then, one morning, when Alice had just woken up, her sister had died. It was such a shock; her sister wasn't sick for very long. It was terrible.
3 tears trickled down Alice's soft cheek. Alice was only 13, but now understood how people can greatly affect someone's life. She blinked back to reality, and the snow began calling to her. She stood up, brushed off her black dress, and moved towards her shoes. Her dress was the same as her light blue one, the dress she wore in Wonderland, except it was a deep black color. She fashioned the same white apron, the same white leggings, and the same black shoes. The black bow tied around her hair was comforting, because it used to belong to her sister. Alice let her blonde hair grow out, flawlessly flowing to the middle of her bottom.
She glided towards the back door, and slid out silently. The porch was piled with the smooth snow, and as Alice stepped out, she felt like she had returned to Wonderland. The beautiful masses of white snow was all she could see, and all else in her mind had rushed out to be filled by this glory. She continued further out, stepping lightly in the fluffy snow in the field, and became enveloped by the white flakes swirling softly around her. It was dazzling, and she became light-headed. The winters here had never been so lovely. Alice continued, and made it to the large oak tree. She leaned against it with her right shoulder, and crossed her arms from the cold.
She stared out into the distance for a few minutes, her mind completely blank. She was just standing; standing very still. After a moment, the wind picked up, and began blowing a little harder, and the snowflakes became a little larger. The wind seemed to be blowing them directly at Alice, and as the flakes began pelting her cheeks, she snapped out of her unique statuesque state. She stumbled back a few steps, the wind directing her, and she tripped over a rock in the snow.
Suddenly, snow was all around her, the intense wind speeds perfectly placing the snow piles around her still body figure. Alice had become unconscious for those few moments, and when she regained reality, she began gasping and clawing at the snow. She thought she was reaching the surface, but when she had fallen over, her face was towards the ground. So as her fingers vigorously parted the snow, blackness began forming below her. And as the black hole began spreading, getting bigger, she fell, her blonde hair flying up and flipping back and forth. Her mouth stretched open, and a faint scream was released. Her eyes were open, yet nothing was to be seen. And suddenly, instantly, her feet hit something solid with such force, and she fell on her back, becoming unconscious once again.