Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it is I don't own Alice in wonder land (sad, I know), Lewis Carrol gets all credit for the original concept of Alice in Wonderland (lucky bastard).
Chapter 2:The sword of time will pierce our skins/It doesn't hurt when it begins/But as it works its way on in/The pain grows stronger...Watch it grin
It wasn't a nice day. The sun had submitted to the clouds and the rain that painted the world an unfriendly grey. I hated days like that (I still do, but for the sake of the past tense I won't go into it). Everything was cold and dark and it was all in the middle of winter to boot.
Of course, as the icing on the cake, the radiators inside the classroom had broken leaving the students of this particular Maths class to huddle up into their coats and hope that the bell would ring before someone got frost bite. I'd left my coat at home (today of all days), so I had no alternative but to sit back and lean against the wall and the book case behind me, with the front legs of my chair waving around in the air.
I shivered uncontrollably and stared out of the window, trying to avert my attention from the clock that seemed to be ticking just slowly enough to irritate me. The cold clawed through the thin jumper of my school uniform, biting into my body and sending goose pimples erupting all over my skin.
I kept my attention on the window. The rain made the world outside look like a jumpy animation. I could then no longer bear it, I had to look at the clock to count the seconds that passed and the seconds that were left, but my vision was obscured by a young man who had perched himself comfortably at the end of my desk. He flashed his straight, white teeth at me in one of the biggest grins I have ever seen.
"Let's get the introductions out of the way, shall we?" he said "If you wish to be formal, you may call me 'Mr. Cheshire Man Sir'" He chuckled at his own theatrics and straightened out his purple pinstriped three piece suit. I desperately searched around the faces of the other students, but none of them seemed to have registered his presence.
He pursed his lips in what seemed to be mock anger "Not very sociable, are we?"
"Alice" I heard my name being half whispered. I swivelled around to look at Stephen, who sat beside me. "Are you alright?" As he asked the question, I could see a slightly puzzled look creeping across his face. I bobbed my head up and down in an unsure and jerky motion, but I wanted to shout out "Of course I'm not alright you retard, there's a strange man sitting on my desk!"
He shrugged lightly and turned back to pretending to listen to the theorems that Mr. Hegarty was explaining to a generally apathetic class.
I turned back to the Cheshire man to find his grin had widened and he had his cheek resting on his hand in a thoughtful manner. "Aaaaaalisssss" he cooed wickedly. I didn't like the sound of my name in his mouth. It sounded strange and wrong and disgusting. "Such a pretty name; such a pretty name for a pretty boy"
He ended his fit of giggles so he could tap the end of my desk with his long fingers. "Now Alice; lets talk business."
Business? How do you talk business with a 14 year old? Does he expect me to come up with some way to stabilize the stock market?
I blinked slowly, which he took as his cue to continue on.
"I'm going to need you to do what I say when I say it…" he said before he suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders so he could hiss into my face. "Or I'll slash your throat and slit your wrists and watch you bleed to death"
I
did what any one would do if some maniac gave you a death threat; I
screamed.
I tried to escape him, but in my shock my chair tipped
over and I went crashing down. There was a crack and a shooting pain
through the back of my head as my skull banged against a protruding
bookshelf. I hit the ground with a distinctive "thwack".
I
closed my eyes and heard myself screaming, but it was the oddest
sensation. It was like it was coming out of someone else's mouth. I
opened my eyes to see Mr. Hegarty crouching down over me and a circle
of students studying me like you might an insect under a microscope.
Mr. Hegarty raised his hand and brought it down in a mighty blow
across my cheek.
"Pull yourself together, Lad. Maths isn't
that scary"
I stopped my screaming suddenly, it was like he had flicked off a light switch; I'd immediately gone quiet. My brain felt fuzzy and strange; trying to think straight was like wading through a very deep and muddy puddle.
"C'mon" he grunted as he hooked his arm around mine and brought me up to my feet. As soon as I stood up there was a scream.
"Oh my god, he's bleeding!"
I turned around to Mr. Hegarty and searched him for some sort of gash or open wound but came up empty. I suddenly became all too aware of a warm wet feeling at the back of my neck. I reached my fingers around and ran them through my bird's-nest of blonde hair, and, sure enough, when I looked at my hand it was dripping red with blood.
Oh, funny, how did that get there?
I mused to myself in a dazed and hazy manor, but I couldn't even get my head around as much as the gash in the back of my head, because I was dragged out of that class room all too quickly.
As soon as the door closed behind me and the maths teacher, everything started to register in my mind and I slowly dissolved into a fit of weak sobbing.
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Quick and irritating Authors Note part 2: Whoot, chapter 2! x3 is very proud of self xD Anyway, per usual thanks to Missy for proof reading and thanks to everyone for being all supportive and reviewing. ;) I'LL SMUSH A WHOLE TRAY OF COOKIES IN THROUGH THE COMPUTER SCREEN FOR YOU ALL. Luv joo guys. 3
