Now that you know a bit about the two girls, let us fast forward eight years, as the story begins from there. Let's start with now 12-year-old Alice, shall we?
Finally class is over! What a boring day.
I learned the most useless topics ever in the universe. Now I'm going to walk with Catherine. Maybe she has something to talk about. I picked up my books and backpack. You see, Catherine was a year older than me, she was my sister, Sophia's friend, but from time to time we would hang out. I ran out of the school and met up with her at the front door. "Hey Catherine! How are you?" I asked. "I feel tired. I swear I think I fell asleep in that class, Alice. That was the most boring lecture ever!" Catherine stretching her arms and yawning. "I have nothing to do. Want to come to my house on Saturday?" she asked. "Sure, I just got to go ask Dawn. Then I can come, but I bet she wouldn't mind. She might want to come along. Just be prepared for a no," I said. "What did you think of Mrs. Pellington's dress?" Catherine asked. "Ugh! It was so dull and boring. I only saw gray and brown. It made me want to throw up. It was hideous! You know what? Don't even mention that filthy dress! In my opinion, it needs a lot more bright colors," I said. "Also, the bow she wore nearly killed me! How could someone wear something so awful? She is a horrible teacher with no sense of style!" Catherine said, looking disgusted. A thought occurred to me. "Do you think Queen Victoria has anything like that in her closet?" I asked curiously. "Bet not. If she does, she is probably hiding it at the back of her closet. We don't know," Catherine snorted. I always admired the way Queen Victoria dressed. It was so pretty, who wouldn't want to dress like that?
"Anyways, speaking of the queen, have you heard of the newest crime case lately? You know about the girls being kiddnapped?" Catherine's voice was filled with excitement and fear. Knowing her the fear was probably because of the fact that she herself could have been kidnapped. "Yes, my sister told me about it today. Did the criminial really turn the girls into dolls?" I shuddered in disgust. That was creepy, like seriously. Who did that and how the heck did they do it? Catherine nodded solmenly. "Yes, he did. Maybe he was a pedophile. I don't know." "Was it the watchdog who found the criminal? Or was it a civilian?" Catherine rolled her eyes and sighed. "Seriously Alice? Of course it was the watchdog! If it was a random person, I think the criminal would kill them before anything," I nodded, but felt slightly surprised even though this always happened. "The fact that the watchdog is only 12 years old but can catch the criminal is almost unbelievable. Imagine me trying to find a criminal. I would probably cry my eyes out once I would see him," I chuckled at the thought. Alice Richards, the worst watchdog ever. Catherine laughed as well. "Honestly, who wouldn't? The kid must have some serious guts! Anyways, it looks like we must part. Good bye!" She waved and headed in the opposite direction, as her house was there. I waved back and walked straight on the pavement.