Summary: A promise cannot positively be a promise if one cannot keep it. Then it is just a little lie, a little fib, a slight agreement and a little understanding, but it is not a promise. Alice made such a promise. The silly girl said she would not forget, said in her own little silly words she shall be back. But how can one come back to the very thing that they promised to not forget but forgot in the process of not forgetting?
Author's Notes: Phew! Alright! Okay! I am so incredibly excited to write this story, you have no idea! Now now, before you get ahead of yourselves, let me explain myself a little. It began as all fanwriters begin to write: you witness something you enjoy quite thoroughly. So I watched Alice in theaters last week and *shiver* such a fangirls delight that movie is! Well, like you all... I hated the ending BUT I'm not going to change it at all. I decided I am just going to continue the story.
THIS IS NOT A STORY BASED ON ROMANCE. There are, and will, be plenty of those. I'm not saying I won't have hints and slight flirtations and etc... I just think that jumping into the lovey-doveyness is just too much. Perhaps in a later chapter I may change my mind, but right now I just want to introduce characters, what's going on, what will happen.. fool around with the wonderful world of Wonderland!
This is another adventure for Alice, one that is brand new to her but very familiar to those lurking around the corner.
Enjoy this introduction chapter :)
Chapter 0: Thoughts of a Child
Alice was positively bored with life.
If one had the option to create... with blue prints, and pencils, and whatchamacallits, one would think that with such a brilliant (and quite mad) mind could build the best of universes. Oh and Alice knew so well that she was very, very creative when it came to thinking of places and things and places with things and all the above! However, when it came to this life... she ought to think she failed quite miserably.
Where were the flowers that smelled of the most beautiful perfume a lady could wear, where were the clouds that one could pluck from the sky and eat like a small excited child eating fluffy cotton candy, oh and the colors! Where were the vivid plums and the adorable pinks and the beautiful emeralds and the rotten reds? All she saw was a miserable shade of gray that Mother Nature draped over the world when she was sad, and miserable. Ever so miserable.
Even Alice's flushed cheeks, down to her colored stockings were nothing but a faded, washed out memory of her childhood, the child she once was. The child who was begging, pleading with all of her life to please, please take her to the fair, to the zoo, even to a simple tea party. But Alice made this life for herself. No one else was allowed into this plan except herself. She was too stubborn to admit that perhaps, maybe just a tincy, tiny, itty-bitty bit... she made the wrong decision.
What really got her all twistytied was, when did everything go wrong?
When that pompous, but rather harmless Hamish proposed she said no. Besides hurting her mother (but only for an eve or two), she lost all the unnecessary attention that was completely unnecessary, and she thought that was perfectly alright. She also gained a friend where she least expected it. An old man, but wonderful and pleasant and the best of company... he was still her partner and somehow that put a rather large block between them that seemed to grow with every business disagreement. (Alice swears that she never once raised her voice beyond that of a half excited puppy.)
Alice thought that doing what her father wanted would be fun, a piece of delicious strawberry cake, but she was only a child. She still is a child. It tears her apart when she must act like someone else, she always, always, always stood up for what she believed in and what she thought was best. Yet, when she did just that, it compressed her and moulded her and restrained her into the very Alice she didn't want to be, let alone meet (she's rather foul and grumpy).
Traveling for two years on the sea has changed Alice into someone sane. She did not enjoy being sane. She now realizes things, she sees what's in front of her and keeps her attention on that. She never asks the strangest of questions, just makes simple statements. Oh her mother would quite approve of the Alice she is now. This growing up process is tiring and draining and very disagreeable.
She feels lost, alone... and mostly, she misses something quite terribly. But she cannot remember what.
A/N: Please R&R. Let me know what you think. I am always open to suggestions and help!