I wanted to write a story about wonderland, but most of the prompts have already been taken. And I wanted something unique, something nobody has one. If you don't understand what is going on, I'll explain at the end of the chapter.
Introduction
Queenie Harte started out the window, gazing intently upon the rain that fell on the grass that made up the front yard. She sighed heavily, and wished something would happen. Nothing did, so she gave up wishing, and ordered something to happen. Nothing. Queenie's brow furrowed and she crossed her arms tightly; the beginnings of a pout.
"I want to go out to-day!" She declared stomping her foot for each word. No one listened. Her parents were downstairs in the parlour, entertaining, and the servants were gossiping in the kitchen about the dreadful brat that was being brought up under this roof, and Queenie was in her room, suffering. No one heard her stamp her foot in frustration, so she stomped again, then, getting no response jumped as hard as she could on the thickly carpeted floor. Nothing. Nothing what so ever. There was never anything. Her parents ignored her. Oh, they kept her well educated, and gave her plenty of things to play with, and pretty dresses, but they were never there. Queenie scrunched up her face in preparation to cry, but nothing came of it. Not a tear. Not one drop of salty water. Feeling frustrated, Queenie threw herself on her bed and pouted amidst sworms of stuffed animals.
Queenie was seven—to old to be pouting. And she had nothing to pout about. She had beautiful ebony tresses that spilled over her shoulders in giant ringlets. Her skin was fair, but a bit to pale, and she was a thin and shallow child. Her eyes didn't have the sparkle that generally came with children. They were black, empty holes among her pretty, but ordinary features.
Queenie was not getting her point across, so she screamed and pounded the bed. That did nothing either, so she grabbed a stuffed animal, intent on punching the stuffing out of it. The animal she had happened to grab was a fluffy white hare, adorned (strangely enough) in a waistcoat, with a little chain attached to it, hinting that perhaps a pocket watch lay in side pocket. Queenie didn't pummel the rabbit right away, which surprised her; her anger was mounting, and she wanted to take it out on something that didn't deserve it. She swung back her arm, and was about to slam her fist into the rabbit, when she happened to stare into it's dark, marble eyes. Even though it was merely stuffed, it looked innocent and harmless. Queenie lowered her arm. She stared at the rabbit for a long minute, then said "What did I used to call you?"
The rabbit, being stuffed, didn't answer. Queenie sat thinking, but came up with nothing. "I'll rename you. How does the White Rabbit Sound?" Considering Queenie hadn't much of an imagination, and this was the best she could do, she was quite proud of herself. "Yes, you'll be the White Rabbit. Com' on, we're going to tea." Queenie grabbed White Rabbit by one of his whiskers, and set him upright on the floor then sat down across from him. "I'm Queenie." She said, politely. The Rabbit said nothing.
"Would you like some tea?" There was plainly nothing on the floor in front of her but she envisioned a delicate piece of china, which she set before the rabbit. "Do you like cream with your tea? No? What about sugar?" The rabbit didn't move. Queenie sat back on her heals. "I know why you won't talk! Why—you're shy!" That was not the case at all. It was simply because Stuffed toys don't have Larynxes, but Queenie didn't know that.
"I'll get you a friend!" She said, cheerfully, her woes of the rainy day and the lack of attention all but forgotten. She got up and looked around the room, her eyes purposely skipping over the other stuffed animals. She picked up a deck of playing cards from her dresser, and set them down beside her. "These are my personal guardsmen." She told the rabbit, then without looking, grabbed another stuffed animal off the bed, this one a large round cat.
"And this is Cheshire." She smiled, and then turned back to the rabbit. "Now will you talk?" the rabbit didn't respond, and Queenie went on making more friends for the rabbit, some from things in her room, others from her imagination, until she was surrounded by creatures she had invented for her own merriment. Queenie stared around her room, ignoring the bed, and the dresser, and the toy chest.
"Now—we're in a land of wonder, where you can all talk, and there is fun games—like croquet, and stories, and fun places to go. I wonder what we should call it. What do you think, White Rabbit?"
And for the first time, the rabbit plainly answered her "Wonderland." It said.
So, this is the beginnings of Wonderland—it was started by the Queen of Hearts—Queenie Heart (Not much Imagination…) Anyways, since this is just the introduction, I'll age her to a teenagers in the next chapter, and introduce Alice in a few. I have big plans for Alice. : ) Be afraid for Alice. Be Very Afraid…..
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