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Chapter 6: Alice's Perspective

School was opened again after two days, so it was already Friday. The snow wasn't completely cleared, but the sludge was enough to walk through. Lucy and I were placed in a different class, Miss Binney's class. She seemed nice enough. Anyone would be better than Miss Grumpy Pants.

Unlike before, where we would take the short cut through the woods, we decided that the long way would have to be good enough. No way were we going anywhere near that forest again anytime soon.

Mom had to go to her play rehearsal, so she had to leave earlier than normal. That was okay, because I always loved to see her on stage. She looked so happy, and more than anything in the whole wide world, I wanted her to be happy.

"Remember when we almost died?" Lucy brought up randomly on our walk to school, and I rolled my eyes at her. Her attempts at filling an uncomfortable silence always took a turn for the worse. "That was fun."

"Except the part where we almost died," I refuted, and she merely shrugged it off. It scared me that she wasn't phased by that. Scared me a lot. Every time I closed my eyes, I still remembered feeling so cold that I was burning. Maybe it was good she didn't remember, what did I know?

But I knew Lucy better than anyone. She was my twin, for Christ's sake. It was in my job description to be able to read her like a book. And I'd bet my entire life's savings, which didn't amount to much, that Lucy did remember. How could she not? It was only a few days before.

Lucy remembered everything. She would brush everything off, over and over and over again, but don't you dare tell me that she didn't remember. Lucy always pretended that the fall from the tree didn't hurt, or a scrape on her knee didn't sting, or her heart wasn't broken by my mom's rejections. I could always see right through her, and deep down, I think she needed that. She needed somebody to notice.

If she kept bottling everything up, though, I was damn near terrified she would just explode into a million pieces, and even I wouldn't be able to piece her back together.

"You think too much," came a distant tease from a faraway land, it felt like. Lucy elbowed me in the side. "I was only jokin'."

Right, she was only joking. Because that was what she did. Joke, joke, joke. Because if she didn't joke, she would cry. Sometimes she mocked me for crying a lot, but the only difference between the two of us was in that case was that she liked to pretend that she didn't ever cry. For someone who held honesty so close to her heart, she sure faked and covered a whole lot.

"I just didn't think it was funny, that's all." Those awful tears pricked at my eyes. Maybe Lucy was right, maybe I did cry too much. But I just couldn't help it sometimes. "I almost died, Lucy. I felt it. I really did. It was like I wasn't even in my own body no more. Like I was floatin' above it. It was real scary, so I don't think it's funny at all." The traitorous tears rolled down my cheeks.

Lucy sobered up in an instant. "You're right, it ain't funny. I . . . I almost lost you, Alice. If you died . . . I think I woulda died, too. Even if I didn't really. Without you, life doesn't matter. Without you, I'd rather be dead."

The thought of my twin being dead brought burning bile to my throat, and I wanted to throw up. I shouldered against her, so she would feel the wrath of my disapproval. "I don't want you to be dead. Even if I ain't there, I don't want you to be dead!"

Lucy shouldered me back, harder. More angry, too. She was always more angry than me. "There ain't no living if you're not there!" she argued back, and I released a shuddering sob. I sure wasn't in the mood to head to school now.

Lucy was silent for a few moments until a dry, pained little smile touched her lips. "How about neither of us die? Mom's sad enough that Daddy's dead, if we died too, there'd be nothin' left of her."

I smiled back through my tears. "Yeah, how about neither of us die?" I hugged my stuffed dolphin close to my chest. Neither of us will die. Everything will be okay, even if it ain't all okay right now.

We were greeted on the playground by a hound of children, some friends, some mere strangers. "Is it true that your mom slapped Miss Grumpy Pants?" a boy around our age asked eagerly. Edward Smith, he sat two desks down from me- well, not anymore.

Mom finally admitted to us what happened in the meeting, so the answer to that was definitely yes. "Yeah, she did," Lucy replied a little too proudly. "Real hard, too."

"Miss Grumpy Pants went flyin' across the room," I exaggerated for effect, and everybody gasped. "Almost went straight through the wall!"

"All right, all right." We all lifted our heads to see none other than Jack Dawson heading towards us. "I know it's exciting, but don't let the principal overhear you." The children scattered back across the playground. Jack was grinning, though.

"Jack!" I squealed happily, running over to wrap my arms around his waist. He stiffened in surprise for a moment, but easily lifted me up so our heads were level with each other. Lucy climbed one of the slides so she could be at the same height.

Lucy matched our grins. It was nice to see her genuinely smile, she had a real pretty smile. Leaning on his shoulder, she spoke, "How are you, Jack?"

"I think the better question is: are you all right? You both scared me half to death with your little disappearing act in the forest." His tone was humorous, but in his eyes I could see he really cared. I didn't understand it, but Jack is special. I felt it deep in my bones.

"Oh yeah, thank you for saving us. Really, thank you. Sorry it took me so long to say it." I looked at my sister and pointed playfully. "Lucy's too stubborn to admit anything, but she's grateful too."

Lucy frowned, but her tone was light, "Hey, I know when to fold and when to stay. Thank you for saving my sissy, Jack." Gripping Lucy's hand, he gave it a squeeze and put me down. He led us to a bench so we could all sit down to carry out our conversation.

"Young lady, you should not be so knowledgeable of poker terms and you're both welcome. All I will ask in return, is for you think a bit more before running off into the woods on a freezing night." Blood rushed to my cheeks and my face burned with a surely deep blush. When he said it like that, it made us sound quite stupid. Well . . . it was Lucy's idea, so it made her sound stupid, not me.

Always one to defended herself, Lucy argued without any real indignation, "Excuse me, everyone's gotta know about poker terms! And you don't know us real well if you think we'll think before we act."

I figured he'd laugh at that, but he remained serious. It was a little disappointing, actually. We (or at least, I thought Lucy agreed) viewed Jack as a friend, but he wasn't laughing with us. Lucy's face fell. "Look, I know I'm not your father or anything, so there's not too much I can say, but since you didn't think before you acted, you both almost died. And I don't know about you, but I don't think that's anything to laugh over. It's not okay."

This wasn't fun at all. From what I'd seen, Jack was fun! He was our friend. Friends were equals, friends didn't scold other friends like they were any better. Fathers did that, maybe, but I wouldn't know. And anyway, Jack wasn't our father. But he wasn't acting much like a friend anymore.

Lucy didn't apologize. She just stared at him while a blank expression masked itself over her face. She was sealing herself off.

Jack lowered his head and sighed, his flop of blond hair shielding his eyes for a brief second. "Well, I'm not your father, so how about we're back to being friends, huh?"

My high spirits were restored and even Lucy cracked a smile at that, and when he reached out his hands for handshakes, we heartily returned the favor. That was when the shrill bell rang through the school campus, ending our fun.

"I better be off. You two try and behave yourselves," he scolded half-heartedly. His smile was sweet and that's when I first noticed his dimples. Lucy had dimples too, but I didn't. My eyes flickered between the two. If I didn't know any better . . .

I shook the thought out of my head. In the creepy way twins do, we spoke simultaneously, "Bye, Jack!" With that and a quick wave, he bounded toward his classroom.

I gripped Lucy's hand and began dragging her towards our new classroom. "We can't be late for our first day with our new teacher. I don't want an excuse for us to return to the devil."

"When did ya become so sassy?" My self-esteem took a hit, and I felt it slowly lowering. "No, no- I love it." My confidence was gladly returned.

One look at the new teacher told me she was as nice as could be. Why couldn't we have gotten her in the first place? It didn't make a lick of sense. She didn't look at Lucy or I like we crawled up from the deepest, darkest pits of hell. It was a welcoming change of pace.

Miss Binney clapped her hands together once as Lucy and I found seats next to each other. "Class, this is Lucille and Alissa Dawson, coming from the other second grade class. Can we make them feel comfortable in our class?"

"Hi Lucy, hi Alice," the entire class chanted as if rehearsed. We knew almost all of them anyway from the playground, so it wasn't too much of a culture shock. Almost immediately, Miss Binney had us pull out our math workbooks and start on a new set of problems. I didn't enjoy math all that much, but Lucy downright hated it. In fact, Lucy didn't think much of reading or writing either, but at least with those subjects she could struggle through it.

A half hour later, we had moved on to our composition books while Miss Binney tried to help Lucy through the problems. "I can't do it!" Lucy cried after another incorrect attempt. "Miss Stevenson's right, I am stupid. None of the numbers are like what you're sayin'. They're all switched around. It makes my head hurt." She drummed her pencil anxiously against her temple as I wrote about my favorite weather- not snow, or anything cold, that was for sure.

Huh, Lucy never said that before, about all the numbers being switched around. Miss Binney looked down at her in a whole new light. "Lucy, what did you say? About the numbers?"

"They're all switched around," she groaned into her folded hands. "They don't look like they're supposed to. Sometimes they don't even look real. It's always like that, Miss Stevenson just thought I was lying. The letters are like that when I read, too, but they ain't as bad, I suppose. I'm just stupid."

"Lucy, sweetheart," Miss Binney started off kindly, "you aren't stupid. I think you have dyslexia."

All the students, including me, watched in fascination. "Dys-what?" Lucy echoed in confusion. I didn't get it either. For a second there, I thought Miss Binney made up the word.

"Dyslexia. It means your brain sees the letters and numbers differently than all the rest of us. Your brain reads them incorrectly, switching them all around, and that's not your fault. I'll inform your mother of my theory when I get a chance." Miss Binney knelt down and placed a hand on each of Lucy's shoulders. "You aren't stupid, Lucy." Patting her once on the head, Miss Binney returned to her desk.

My heart swelled as Lucy smiled a huge grin, looking over at me excitedly. Lucy didn't get this happy over just anything, so this was the real deal. "Alice," she hissed in a voice barely above a whisper, "I ain't stupid. I ain't stupid!"

"No, you ain't," I agreed with as much power I could muster in my voice. It hurt deep inside to think she must've viewed herself as an idiot this entire time, when it was beyond her control. "Miss Grumpy Pants is the stupid one, not you."

Lucy was in a fantastic mood right up until lunchtime. Sure, she still struggled with the reading assigned to us and the composition segments, but at least she knew why now. And she didn't have to feel bad for it anymore, which Miss Grumpy Pants had been making her feel all damn year.

We ate our lunch and played around the playground until the bell rang once more for us to reconvene in the classroom. For once we didn't dread going to class, rather we skipped our way back to the room. Mom was my hero for making this happen. Especially since she had the pleasure of slapping Miss Grumpy Pants in the process.

On our way we stuck our heads into Jack's room and waved to him in an admittedly ridiculous fashion. He laughed and returned the motion before nodding to us to get to class. "Go on, you two, I think you've gotten in enough trouble to last the rest of the month, don't you think?" But his blue eyes twinkled as he spoke.

Lucy and I giggled girlishly as we ducked out of his classroom and raced back to Miss Binney's room.

Sitting down, we continued our lessons, only taking breaks to laugh when Miss Binney made a joke or two. Miss Grumpy Pants didn't understand what humor was. I doubted she knew it existed. It didn't work for beings of pure evil.

All was well . . . until it wasn't. "Ah, I've been meaning to deliver this package to Miss Stevenson all day, but I forgot." I stiffened at the sound of the wicked witch's name. "Could one of you . . . Oh, Alice, you're finished with your spelling list, and you know where her room is. Could you be a dear and deliver this package to her for me?"

No, no, no, no, and no! I stood up very, very reluctantly. It was so hard to deny such a nice teacher, but I desperately wanted to. Never again in my entire life did I want to go back. Especially on the poor note our "relationship" ended.

"I'll go with her!" Lucy suddenly blurted out, jumping up from her seat. Her desire to protect me from any and all harm never extinguished. "My head hurts anyway, from all the messed up letters and all that. So, can I go with her? Please, Miss Binney? We'll be back really quick."

Miss Binney allowed it after a moment's thought, so Lucy and I grudgingly marched down the hallway to the gates of hell. "We could just get rid of it," Lucy suggested, and I cast her a skeptical glance. Her hare-brained ideas . . . "Throw it away, nobody would know any better. We'll just tell Miss Binney . . . that we accidentally broke it or something. I don't know . . . pretty bad plan, huh?"

"Not one of your best." An unlady-like snicker escaped my lips. "Not one of your worst, either."

"Shut your stupid, ginger face." That meant I won.

I wanted to wait and collect my breath once we made it to Miss Grumpy Pants's classroom, but Lucy, being the most impatient person I'd ever had the misfortune to meet in all my years, just barged right in. Well then.

I half-expected Lucy to start spewing insults left and right, but she actually remained polite. Lucy was a lot of things, but dumb wasn't one of them- most of the time. She knew she had to play it evenly if we wanted to get out of there alive.

Miss Grumpy Pants looked over to us with venom in her eyes, and everybody froze around us. "What are you two doing here?"

That was a real fine way to start off our visit. And we were going to actually be nice. It was a shame she couldn't have the same attitude as a pair of seven-year-old kids. We were just a few steps above her, that's all. More than a few, really. "We have a package for you," Lucy said, almost . . . pleasantly. Believe me, you might be as surprised as I was. "From Miss Binney." And there was the backhanded remark. Now was not the time to be passive-aggressive.

"Let me see that," she just about spat. It didn't make much sense. We were doing her a favor by delivering the package, weren't we? So how could she already be so mad at us? Miss Grumpy Pants had no logic at all. "Did you somehow break it already?" She snatched it away from me like she was afraid my skin would somehow burn either the package or her. Now that would be a sight to behold.

"We didn't drop it on the way, if that's what you're asking," Lucy said a little too coolly. I bumped her in the side with my hip, then shook my head at her. Stay calm, please stay calm.

"Wouldn't put it past you," Miss Grumpy Pants grumbled under her breath, and Lucy rolled her eyes at me while the evil teacher's attention was reasonably distracted.

"I don't think it's very nice to accuse us of that, ma'am. We didn't do anything wrong, the package is all right. I mean, not that you were accusing people . . . I'm sorry, but you were accusing us when we didn't do anything wrong." My face burned bright red, and I regretted attempting to stand up for Lucy. I just needed to stay quiet so we could leave.

She slammed down the package onto her desk with an ear-shattering thud. Whatever control she had over her ugly temper evaporated. "You know, I'm so sick of you two! You've been little terrors all year, you with that idiotic toy," I hung onto my stuffed dolphin possessively, "and you, Lucille, with your lack of intelligence and ability to do math, as well as your constant desire to be a smart aleck and be Alissa's watchdog at the same time. If your sister can't handle a little criticism here or there, then she's no use to anybody. Then your mother comes prancing in, like she owns the place," her cheeks flamed darker and darker, "and it's clear why you two are the way you are. Two bastards being raised by a bitch."

Any sort of shuffling or whispers around died out after that. An icy trickle creeped up my spine, and I shivered in place. She'd yelled at us, hit Lucy, but never before . . . This was too damn far. The witch could mock us until she was blue in the face, but when she brought Mom into it? She just poked a pair of sleeping bears, and for the love of God, they woke up. "You take that back. Not our mom. Don't talk about her like that. You take that back right now," I growled through clenched teeth.

Even she must've realized she'd danced over a line, but she didn't back down. "If you can't handle the truth, then you will never be prepared for the real world."

I. Was. Done. And from the looks of it, so was Lucy. Her eyes were a blaze of blue fire and her closed fists were so white that it was akin to a fresh batch of morning snow. "Miss Grumpy Pants, if you wanna see a real bitch, go look in the mirror. Maybe you shouldn't, though." She shrugged; a tense, jerky movement, and my blood ran cold. "You wouldn't wanna get turned into stone."

Miss Grumpy Pants's eyes shot wide open and her grim, bitter smile morphed into a sinister snarl. Grabbing us both by the hair, she laughed a horrible, fake little chirp of a laugh. "You're just as bad as your mother, you little bastard." If it was possible, Lucy stiffened even more. "I guess I'm just gonna have to leave you two to the principle. He'll have a grand time with the two of you. If I'm lucky, you girls might just get kicked out this time."

My scalp was burning from the continuous pull. "Let me go, let me go, let me go!" It hurt so badly. I couldn't fight her without losing my hair, so I just allowed her to drag me down the hallway with Lucy beside me yelling bloody murder and attempting to fight her off. Sadly or maybe fortunately, Miss Grumpy Pants's arm was long enough to hold Lucy away from her body.

"Let my sister go, you bitch!" she squealed, still attempting to fight her off like a rabid dog. Now that Miss Grumpy Pants introduced the word "bitch" into the conversation, Lucy wasn't going to be letting it go anytime soon. Miss Grumpy Pants violently wrenched Lucy back and forth as punishment for her foul mouth, but that didn't stop her. "Bitch, bitch, bitch!"

My head tilted awkwardly and painfully to the side, I hobbled alongside the both of them to the office, until she had the slightest bit of decency to plop us down onto two chairs as she stormed into the principal's office. She slammed the door behind her, and everybody heard what she had to say next.

Lies, lies, lies! The witch spun it so we started the confrontation. She provoked us, insulted our mother! But of course she didn't include that into the confession. Both Lucy and I garnered expressions of distaste from all of the office ladies. But they were stupid and useless anyway, so I did my best to ignore them.

Miss Grumpy Pants burst from the principal's office in a haze of fiery glory. "You two don't know what's in for you." I tried my best not to let her menacing words frighten me, even after she left the office with an indignant huff.

The principal stood just beyond his doorway and . . . there was something different about him. Usually, even if he was mad at us, he was still mild somehow. I'd never seen him so furious before. Never ever. And what was that sloshing in his pocket? "Lucille and Alissa Dawson, get your little behinds in here now."

The secretary hesitantly rose from her chair. "Mr. Seers, I don't think you're in an appropriate state to deal with them right now-"

He didn't even allow her to finish before he barked, "Quiet, woman. Leave this be. If any of you attempt to stop this in anyway, you're all fired and I'll ensure you won't get a job anywhere else." He wasn't playing around, that was for sure. Lucy and I didn't waste anytime in scurrying past him into his office, but we both winced as he kicked the door closed behind us. Raw terror began working its way through my system. Never before had the principal been so scary. Like he was going to actually hurt us. . . .

He banged his fists down on his mahogany desk so hard, both of us jumped about an inch or two. "This is the last time I will have the two of you in my office," he said lowly and darkly. His breath stank of something strong, but I didn't know what. A lot of adults smelled like that, though. It was something they drank, I reasoned. "I will make sure of it. Obviously, you haven't been learning anything from the punishments I've issued before. You're meant to see Mr. Dawson after school today, but that's off. No need for it. I don't think either of you will be wanting to do much of anything besides crying after your session in here."

Bile climbed its way up my throat, and I suppressed the urge to vomit everywhere because he surely would've only gotten angrier at us. I fumbled for Lucy's hand and she gripped my fingers so tightly, I was certain they'd snap.

He pulled out his dreaded paddle from one of his desk drawers and laid it down on the surface. "Lucille, you're first, since Miss Stevenson has told me your behavior and actions have been worse. I'll give you a lesson you will remember."

Lucy was shaking so hard that my entire arm rattled, so on her behalf, I begged with tears beginning to swim in my eyes, "Please, it's not her fault, it's Miss Stevenson who-"

"Stop your sniveling, girl!" I shut my mouth and cowered away from him as he leaned dangerously over his desk. "I've had enough of you, and if you say one more word, then you'll get just as many blows as your sister. Do you understand?" I was too afraid to even move. "Do you understand?!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs. A sting raged across my cheek after he backhanded me across the face. I nodded frantically and cupped my cheek. "Good. Lucille, come here before I make your sister go first."

With that hanging over us, Lucy tip-toed her way over to him, and when she was close enough, he caught her by the upper arm so she couldn't flee. Different from his usual methods, he lifted her up onto one of the chairs, then pushed her stomach-down onto the surface of his desk. That was only meant for the older kids, he only leaned us over the chairs. . . . "Prepare yourself, and stay still."

The smack of the first blow was so forceful, the entire office echoed with its power. My heart shot into my throat as Lucy let out a high-pitched yelp of shock, then pain. Undeniable pain. Lucy always tried to stay silent and stoic during her paddlings, so if she was already making noise during the first blow, then . . .

The second spank came before anyone had time to process the first, and then the third followed right after, before the blink of an eye. And they only grew harder and harder. Lucy's shrieks increased in volume and desperation as she wiggled around, and by the fifth smack, tears were pooling from her eyes onto the reddish wood of his desk. "I said stay still!" He landed another one and her body ceased movement.

No, no, this wasn't right. Lucy never cried during paddlings- never. And the principal always stopped by five or six, but he was still going. It didn't make any sense, he should've been finished by now. But then came the seventh, the eighth, the ninth . . .

By now, Lucy's entire form pulsed with full-blown sobs and whimpers. Gone was any sort of control over her emotions she had left. She wept, she screamed, she hollered, but the thing she didn't do filled me with fierce pride. Not once did she beg for him to stop. Not once did she give him that satisfaction.

Tenth, eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth. Lucy wailed and I blubbered along with her. No longer could I stand and watch my sister suffer, no matter how wracked with fear I was. "Stop it, stop it, you're hurting her!"

The principal . . . didn't stop. Fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth . . . "STOP IT!" I bellowed through my own tears, my breath coming in quick and rapid gasps. "YOU'RE HURTING HER, STOP IT!"

This wasn't a paddling anymore. He was flat-out beating her. Seventeenth, eighteenth, nineteenth. I was in a frenzy to help my sister, so I hurriedly scanned the room for any weapon, anything at all. Just as the twentieth blow fell upon my poor, vulnerable twin, my eyes found an ugly, tacky vase. It'll have to do . . .

Just as he smashed down the twenty-first blow, I threw the vase with all my might at his head, watching in satisfaction as it shattered against his shoulder and knocked him away from Lucy. "GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU BASTARD!"

He turned to me, and never had I seen such pure fury. I couldn't help the squeak that escaped my throat. I felt so helpless. Lucy was beyond distraught, still sobbing hysterically into the desk, so I was completely on my own.

"You've done it now, you little bitch." He stalked toward me, crushing glass under his feet. Scrambling for anything I reached down, and clutched a shard of the vase. I held it so tight that blood trickled down my arm. "You think that will help you, huh? I guess my bitch of a wife may appreciate the effort, it would save her the paperwork of divorce." His voice was dripping in bitter resentment. He was so close.

"Please," I pleaded as I ran into the wall with my back, "don't hurt me." His snicker was terrifying, he just wanted to hurt someone and it didn't matter who. Looking to Lucy, she was still recovering, steadying her breathing, and attempting to stand. I was on my own.

In a futile last attempt, I charged past him, only to be thrown back into a glass mini-table, breaking the table into a million pieces. Sharp pieces of glass protruded from my leg, causing me to let out a scream of agony. The principal raised the paddle above his head. "You know you deserve this."

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the impact, but . . . it never came. Opening my eyes again, everything was a blur of action in front of me. What I did catch, though, was . . . Lucy jumped in front of me, quicker than my mind could even register, taking the blow of the paddle. Taking the blow right to the head.

"LUCY, NO!" She toppled down beside me, unconscious and limp. A bubble of crimson gurgled from her head, then a waterfall of it came pouring down her locks of golden hair and neck. But her eyes were closed, and her skin deathly pale. "No, no, no, no!"

Did he . . . kill her? No, she wasn't dead. Lucy couldn't be dead. I tried to reach over to look for a pulse, but my arm was twisted funny and blinding hot pain shot through my elbow, all the way up to my shoulder and fingertips. Darkness beckoned me, and I was ready to accept it, when . . .

"Get away from them, you sick son of a bitch!" A knight in shining armor kicked down the door, wasting no time before tackling the principal to the ground. His flop of blond hair swayed as he straddled the man.

"Jack?" I managed to whisper before I welcomed the approaching darkness.

A/N: So, do you hate us a little, or hate us a lot? What did you think about this chapter? Lucy has dyslexia, which is why she has trouble with school, and why Miss Stevenson targeted her especially. Let us know! We can assure you that next chapter will be in Jack's perspective, so there will be even more action. After all, how did he know to save them? And what will happen next? Stay tuned :).