I'm impatient, what can I say? Here's my 50th story thingy! I'm so excited, aren't you? Halfway to 100, hmm? Maybe I can make it there by my next birthday :D Pleaseeeeeee review! This means soooo much to me ;)
So, this was how the poll worked. I gave you like 8 choices. I let you all vote until I reached my 45th story. Then, I narrowed the choices down to the top 2 you voted on. Those 2 happened to be a story featuring Mirana/Alice or a story featuring Mirana/Tarrant. Me being impatient, I'm going with what the poll is tonight-
2 people for Mirana/Alice
4 people for Mirana/Tarrant
Thanks to all of you for voting, now let's get this story started! Alice plays a big part in this, so for the Alice fans out there, she's a big part in this!
I'm not the kind of person to plan things, so this is all off the top of my head (like alllll my other stories) I'm winging it! Let's try it! Very short first chapter, but we need an intro, don't we? This is a little fast-paced for a first chapter, but I needed to get it moving :)
Alice, 24 years old
After just returning from her lengthy trip to China, Alice was bombarded with questions, hugs and kisses from her family members- all her family members being Margaret, her new baby, and Mrs. Kingsleigh. They wanted to know what it was like to be all the way in another country, doing something that not many women could even dream of achieving. Alice took every question and answered them in one way. She simply said "It was amazing, but I'm glad to be home." Alice wouldn't be lying if she said that. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be telling the truth either. It had been amazing- she'd seen so many people, so many different ways of life that were so opposite of hers. But she wasn't home, home. Yes, this was where she lived for her whole life, but it wasn't home. A home is where everyone you love is. London, England just wasn't her home.
Nobody would believe her if she told them where her real home was. It was a magical place, sometimes a little dangerous as well. Some say to survive it; you must be as mad as a hatter- which, luckily, she was. At least, she thought she was. She thought of so many impossible things before she even had breakfast and she even had the muchness for it. Or did she? After so much time being a formal lady in front of Lord Ascot, she felt as if she'd lost some of her muchness. She had to be uptight and business-like all the time whether she liked it or not. She was the boss-lady. She had no one her age to speak with, unless you count the oh-so-attractive Thomas. He was one of the deck hands, which meant he was always working. Yet he always made time to meet with young Alice, no matter what the matter was. They said good-bye the other day. He was off to live with his family in Italy again.
When the questions, hugs, and kisses were over with, Alice happily ran to her bedroom and threw herself onto her bed. She had missed being in this room so much. Her walls were now bare, though, causing the young woman to let a tear fall. Her wall had once been covered in beautiful drawings of her Wonderland. Pictures of the March Hare, the White Rabbit, the Dormouse, the Bandersnatch, and the Red Queen were her wallpaper. Most of the pictures featured the Mad Hatter or even the White Queen. She was mesmerized by them. The Hatter's hair was brightly orange and his eyes gleamed with madness. The White Queen seemed very calm and all, but Alice knew she was a bit insane herself. When she'd watch the young Queen work with her potions, when she held that knife, there was a certain look in her eye. It was sort of like she was restricted by too much to have a little fun.
"Alice, what ever is the matter?" asked her mother, very suddenly barging in the room.
"My pictures…they're gone."
"Not gone, dear girl, just put away. I didn't want them to get ruined! They were so beautiful and detailed. You were away for so long you know, they would've gotten crumpled." Alice sighed in relief and looked in the drawer of her writing desk. Sure enough, there they all were- stacked neatly with not one curled corner. She smiled as she looked at each one individually, not quite aware of her mother looking over her shoulder. That is, until she pointed out one picture. It was the only one she'd actually drawn in Wonderland. She caught her best friends standing together and took a mental picture, transferring it onto parchment not moments later.
"This is unbelievable. It's my favorite you know. These people, they are so strange, yet you draw them so realistically. Look at them! Wild eyes and orange hair, brown eye brows and white hair- these people are unthinkable." Alice couldn't stand her mother's talk anymore.
"They happen to be my best friends, thank you. And how dare you laugh at a Queen like that! And what about a Royal Hatter? Mother, did you think these were random pictures from my thoughts? They are from real experience, dear mother. Not what you think." And with that, she stormed out of her room, pictures in hand. She was only vaguely conscious that her mother wasn't following her. Alice ran out of the house and down the street to the Ascot's mansion. She snuck through the gardens until she found the correct tree. Before looking around, she slumped to the ground. She had just gotten back from China and she was already leaving? Well, yes. She honestly couldn't care less about that at the moment. She was ready to go back- to see her real family.
She was ready to go home.
