The wind blows gently around me; the smell of flowers fills me. The sun warms my body, making me remember good days. When I was young, playing in mothers garden. Mr. Hatter and his cheesier cat would come visit me. Tell me stories, stories of wonderland. Stories that excited me, stories that awoke a curiosity in me. I still remember them, as if they were fresh in my mind. Just how I remember Mr. Hatters sent or the feel of his cheesier cat's fur. I remember his kind smile, and how the words he spoke sounded like music. How he looked at her with kind eyes, loving eyes. And she was sure his loving glance was returned. For how could she not love him back? How could anyone not love him?
Someone so beautiful, so kind. His hair like black silk, his eyes a soft silvery violet. To not love him would be a sin. Still I love him. still I wait for him. He said himself he'd come for me, at the age of sixteen. Though I've been sixteen for three weeks now, still he has not come! I try to be patient, tell myself he didn't say when at the age of sixteen he'd come for me. But part of me still felt he meant that he'd come the moment I turned sixteen. That whole bloody day I waited more excited then I had been in years. How disappointed I was when he didn't come. Part of me had been sure, no part on me is still sure, that something bad must have happened. I suppose one would say, it's just a feeling I have, or perhaps its woman's intuition. But I know he should have come for me. I know he won't abandon me.
"Alice?" a voice called to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Alice what in God's name are you doing? You want to be late for class? Sister will throw a fit!"
"Oh come now," I mumble looking up at my dear friend Emily. Her curly red hair was in an awful mess, and her face was shinning with sweat. I can tell she was looking for me franticly. For a moment I felt a tug of guilt. But it faded quickly, it's not like I asked her to look for me. "Dose it really matter if I go to class or not? I never pay any attention, and on top of that all the nuns hate me."
"Well can you blame them? You do nothing in class! You can't get an A to save your life! And not to mention that smart ass mouth of yours!" I stared at her for a moment, before I burst into laughter. I love how red her face gets when she tells me off. It's even redder then her hair. I know she's worried about me, but I can't help but not take her seriously when her face looks like that.
"This is not funny! What's wrong with you? Sometimes I think you're still mental." She snapped. But the moment she said it, a look of regret spread across her face. My laughter stopped almost immediately.
"I don't know Emily, what do you thinks wrong with me?" I snap, standing up quickly. I give her an angry glance, and then I head toward the school.
"Wait Alice!" She called chasing after me. "I didn't mean that! I know you're not crazy! I never once thought you were!"
"Yes you do!" I snap, tears forming in my eyes. I didn't mean to get all emotional, I really didn't. But when I think of my past, about all those looks. How everyone thought I was some nutcase, I get really scared it'll happen again. And hearing my best friend say that makes the fear overwhelm me. "If you hadn't you wouldn't have said it!"