… Allison …
For some reason I dreamt about a white rabbit. It was quite odd, actually. Apparently, he was late for something because he kept frantically running around, waving his extra-large sized pocket watch. I wish I could have seen where he was going to go; this dream appeared to be rather nice, considering the dreams and daydreams I have been having. I'm pretty sure war and ripping people's hearts out are supposed to be classified as nightmares. I felt like I had seen him before somewhere, like maybe we were friends. I knew that was impossible, however. Everyone knows rabbits cannot talk and do not carry abnormally large pocket watches.
Regina came in my room and shook me gently awake. I rolled over and stared at her like I had no idea what was going on; which, I suppose was partially true. She smiled at me and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ears. It must have been really early because I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep. She shook my arm again, and I moaned in protest.
"Get up, Allison," Regina said sweetly, pulling the covers off of my body. "It is 7:15, you have to go to school at 8:30."
I jolted awake and sat up abruptly, pulling the covers back over my body. First of all, I was utterly upset with her for enrolling me in school, because I was doing fine without it. Second, I was extremely embarrassed that all I was wearing was a pink tank top and a pair of pink Disney Princess underwear. And third, I hadn't even begun to start hitting puberty yet (which kind of struck me as odd since I am supposed to be in eighth grade next year), so I was as flat chested as a five year old, meaning I was not wearing a bra at the moment (typically I do).
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, dear," Regina said, laying some clothes on the bed. I looked at her awkwardly, knowing I was uncomfortable with myself.
"Yeah, well looking at you- you are perfect… I don't even understand how someone could be so flawless," I said sighing. Regina was really the pinnacle of perfection; not just in looks, but in everything she does.
"Me? I am not perfect, definitely not. If there is anything perfect in this room right now, it's you," Regina said lovingly to me. I smiled, but shook my head.
"Why do I have to go to school?" I asked unhappily. I had been in too many schools to count the past eight years. I had dozens of nameless teachers and hundreds of faceless classmates. I barely retained any of the information; although, I am not stupid, I just can't tell you what significance of Anne Hutchinson was in the traditional Puritan society off the top of my head or what happened in that dumb book about a boy and a slave that Mark Twain wrote. "I don't need to go to school! I can read, write, and do algebra. I memorized my times tables up until twelve and my perfect squares up until twenty! I'm pretty sure Woodrow Wilson was the twenty eighth president of the United States… or was it William Howard Taft… and I memorized the preamble of the Constitution- We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union… ok you get it, but please don't make me go!"
"I'm sorry, dear. I don't want you running around and getting into trouble while I am at work. Don't worry, it won't be too difficult. People here don't really care much about education," Regina said.
"Then why do I have to go if it doesn't even matter? You are the mayor; I'm sure people wouldn't say anything if I didn't go to school," I said frowning. "You just don't want me to hang around with David anymore."
"You are going to school and that is final. Now, please go put your new school uniform while I go make breakfast," Regina said, her kind demeanor turning cold. I knew I had guessed correctly on why I had to go to school.
"I don't understand; David is really nice! Why don't you want me to talk to him and Henry? It's not like I am going to start living with him," I said, wanting to know the reason on why she didn't like David. I knew she resented him for stealing Henry away from her, but that was Henry's fault not his.
"This conversation is over," Regina said, starting to walk over to my door. It wasn't over according to me, and I was going to get an answer- some way or another.
"This conversation isn't over until I say it is," I said. She turned around to face me, and I smirked at her expression.
"You are going to school, whether you like it or not. Start getting ready; you wouldn't want to be late on your first day," Regina said irritated at me. I wanted to see what would happen if I kept pushing her buttons- I know that sounds bad, but I really wanted to see her get mad because she is always so composed.
"I'm not going," I said and smiled sweetly at her. "You are going to have to drag me there because I am not getting out of bed."
"Don't think that I won't," Regina said sternly. "Allison, you better get out of this bed right this second or there will be consequences."
"Who do you think you are? You are definitely not my mother!" I said almost shouting and crossed my arms. Although, I honestly felt bad after I said that. Plus, I wasn't sure if she was going to kick me out or not, so I probably should have just kept my mouth shut.
She looked at me and was about to say something. I thought she was going to yell or hit me, but she did something totally unexpected. Something seemed to break inside of her, and as her heart shattered again tears streamed down her cheeks.
I didn't know what to do or what to say. She couldn't possibly love me like a child; not this soon anyways. I liked Regina, maybe even deeply admired her, but I know I didn't love her like a mother. How would anyone even expect me to? She was basically a stranger to me a few days ago, and I still don't really know anything about her. Perhaps, she was crying over Henry ditching her for David- maybe that's why she was so afraid to let me spend time with him. If she thought of me as a daughter, or even just a friend, she wouldn't want me to ditch her for David.
Figuring I should probably just give into her wishes, I sighed, "I'll go to school, I just- I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that. I don't want to make the 'Henry situation' any worse, but I won't leave you for David; if that's what you think is going to happen."
She looked up at me with a confused expression, and turned quickly and walked out the door. She was probably embarrassed that I saw her crying, but she didn't have to be. I have seen more heartbreak in my nightmares and personal experiences than should even be possible. Everyone needs to cry sometimes; it kind of shows that you are human and are a good person. If you haven't experienced sorrow that means you have never had anything to love. If you haven't had anything that you have loved, then you are not really a person at all- more like an evil shell of your former self.
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I am never going to school again. That's it; there is nothing to really say about how my day has been going except that it was truly terrible. All we did was color and learned how to be 'good.' I am not in kindergarten for goodness sakes! I got yelled at three times for not coloring the dumb picture of Alice from Alice in Wonderland. And that is what this town calls a private school. Honestly, Regina shouldn't be wasting all her money to send me to a school that takes pride in their student's ability to color in between the lines. Forget math whiz or science genius, I'm going to be a pro at coloring pre-drawn pictures!
Now, I suppose maybe people are wondering why I am so unhappy not learning. It's pretty simple actually; why would anyone want to waste eight hours of their life being forced to color and learn manners that everyone has known for years? That is eight hours I will never get back! I would rather actually to gain more knowledge then sit in a classroom that I'm miserable in. The crazy thing is, everyone doesn't know any better. They frantically try to finish all the pictures and use white out if they accidentally color out of the lines; it is sort of funny in a way.
Don't even get me started on these stupid uniforms that are designed to keep you warm in Antarctica. Everyone has the same black jacket with the Storybrooke School logo on it, whether you are a boy or a girl. The girls wear black skirts and the boys wear black pants (I feel so sorry for them). You are not able to take off your jackets; it's some unspoken rule because when I did several of the children in my class told me I had to put it back on, with frightened looks in their eyes.
I walked to the area where the bus was parked to take all the children home, and I shuddered in disgust. School buses are dirty, unsafe, vile means of transportation. Who really wants to ride in a hot, sweat smelling like thing with no seat belts? Definitely not me! Luckily, when I was in foster care my families would drive me to and from to school or I would hitch a ride with a student that was too nice to say no to me.
As I was about to walk up the steps of the bus (and throw up in the process) I heard someone calling my name. I whipped my head around quickly, smiling when I saw Henry and David. David motioned me to come over by them.
"Do you want to go to the diner with us? Paige and her dad are going to meet us there," Henry said. He looked awful- there were dark circles under his eyes and looked as if he was fighting exhaustion. I nodded my head, and as Henry turned around I could see a large burn on his arm. I wondered what happened to him. I also wondered what would happen when Regina found out I was with Henry and David, but as far as I'm concerned screw Regina; I can talk to whomever I want to talk to! As much as it is to live in a house where I am actually taken of is amazing, I think I can manage if she kicks me out.
When we arrived in the diner we sat down in a booth and ordered our food. Henry and David remained quiet, staring at me with admiration. It made me feel quite embarrassed. I don't understand how everyone stares at me lovingly, confused, or brings people into a trance because it seems like I am invoking some kind of forgotten memory.
"Paige! Over here!" Henry called, and I suddenly came back to my senses. Paige ran up happily to our table and slid into the booth next to me.
A man walked up to the table with a sinister expression on his face and Grace said, "Allie, this is my Papa. His name is Jefferson."
I looked up at the man and "Alice?" was all I heard as I faded into oblivion.
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Sorry it was short and I definitely won't be updating for the next two weeks. Wish me luck on my US History AP exam tomorrow (like all the historical references?)! The season finale of OUAT was just beautiful; I had tears of happiness prick in my eyes at least three times. Henry has redeemed himself in my eyes for right now because of all the sweet Henry/Regina moments! You know what to do now, please favorite and review!