I couldn't sleep the other night and this just popped into my head. Alice is nine. Sorry if she seems a bit childish but back then i hear people still played with dolls when they were 16.
Smug.
Alice. P. O. V.
I smiled as my sight came back. Sometimes i hated the fuzziness that happened. But i knew what was going to happen afterwoods anyway.
I skipped into the living room. Where mummy, daddy and cynthia were.
"Grandma and Gramps Will be here soon" i announced. Sliding over to where cynthia was lying in mummys arms. I wasn't aloud to hold her yet because she was to small, only two months old thats what mummy said.
Mummy looked up. Her tired, wrinkled face lifted into a smile. "Really dear?"
I nodded excitedly. "She's going to bring those yummy chocolate cookies too!"
Daddy frowned at me from over his news paper. "Don't be talking that nonsence, Mary-Alice!" he snapped.
My bottom lip quivered and mummy looked sad as she reached out a hand to pat me on the head softly.
"Why don't you go and play with your dolls, Sweetie?" she requested.
I perked up imeadiantly. "Yes mummy. I need to make a new dress for cindy anyway..." i trailed off as i skipped upstairs.
Cindy was a replica of Cynthia but in grown up form. With blond hair and green eyes, Thats why i had named her cindy. Me and cynthia looked completely different. I had black hair and Brown eyes. And daddy didn't like me as much as he liked cynthia. He always called her his 'little angel'.
I had just finished putting a large red bow in Cindys hair when mummy called for me to come dowwn stairs.
"Yes mummy" i shouted back hopping down the stairs.
"Mary-Alice!" Grandma enveloped me into a warm hug as soon as i reached the bottom of the stairs. she smelt like warm cookies.
I shot a smug look over at Daddy. "See, Daddy" i pointed out the basket looped through Grampa's arm. "I was right, they did bring cookies..."
Please review!.
No flames
Just a little drabble of what i think Alice was like as a kid.
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