Do not own Alice in Wonderland.
Prologue
"Ahh!" Alice cried in pain and hurt and fear as she was thrown to the ground. Two boots turned and walked out of the room with a self-satisfied swagger. Those boots belong to her father.
Her Father wasn't always like this, it happened when her Mother died in a house fire. Her elder sister, Lorina, is free from retribution as she looks like their Father. Alice, on the other hand, looks like a carbon copy of their deceased Mother.
Alice had her golden tresses, and her Mother's big sky blue eyes. Of course, that's where the similarities end. A couple of months ago, Alice sheared off her hair until it was short and spiky. And where her Mother was pale, Alice was tan. The blonde twelve year old was skinny from malnourishment and exercise. Her legs were muscled lightly, as was her arms. The small child was 4'9" and 60 lb. Four inches taller and 20 lb. lighter than when she went to Wonderland.
The child pushed herself from the ground, and grabbed her dresser. She saw herself reflected in the vanity mirror across the room. Alice frowned, she looked horrid and bloody. As the child walked across the room, Alice gasped for breath certain her ribs were broken. Alice grabbed a towel, and headed to the shower.
There you have it! My second story is here. I would appreciate some reviews so I could write better.
(Life out)