Authors Note: Next chapter! (Oh, so soon Hannah?) Yes! Hahaha please rate and comment! Happy New Years!
"Will!" Alice ran into the boy's section of the orphanage to where Will lay in his bed, face down to the pillow. "Will, wake up!" Alice shook the boy, just a year older then her.
"Oh the Duchess the Duchess…won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting…" Will mumbled under his breath, puzzling Alice greatly.
"Will wake up! You're going to be late!" With that Will shot out of bed in a flurry, knocking Alice onto the floor with him. "Ouch…" She mumbled.
"Am I late?" Will gasped, brushing his hands through his snow white hair in an attempt to tidy it.
"You're not late for anything Will! I just needed to get you up!" Alice laughed in spite of herself, shaking your head. "I have an errand from Mr. Walrus today and I need you to come with me."
"Oh, alright then." Will laughed along and helped Alice off the floor.
"You were mumbling in your sleep again." Alice stated as Will slipped on a crisp white shirt and shoes. "Something about a Duchess and how she would be if you kept her waiting." Will paused for a second, looking at the floor with sorrow on his face, then continued tying his shoe. Alice leaned over him and stared into his face, catching his eyes in hers. "What were you dreaming about?"
Will turned his face from hers and touched his right shoulder. Alice knew what was there. Will had showed her when he had first arrived at the orphanage 2 years ago. It was a tattoo of a rabbit. Will never talked about his past that much, Alice assumed that it was too painful for him to discuss; he only told her us that they gave him that mark as a brand to show that they owned him. Apparently they really hurt him a lot, that's why he ran away. Fortunately Mr. Carpenter found him just like he did with Alice, and took him in out of pity.
"Just something from my past that I don't want to remember, as usual." He said sorrowfully.
Alice touched his face with her hand.
He turned away. "We should be going." He said quickly, avoiding Alice's eyes. "Where do we have to go to again?"
"Oh, right. I'll go ask Mr. Walrus." Alice dashed from the room as quick as she could and ran down the stairs with much haste, avoiding orphans that were in the halls. "Mr. Walrus?" Mr. Walrus had given upon his cereal and was now buttering some bread to have with his bowl of milk.
"Yes, Alice?" Mr. Walrus took a sip of milk.
"I need to have the list of things that you need me to get." Alice said, watching as Mr. Walrus buttered his bread with piece of toast with a carving knife (which is a very difficult thing to do).
"Ahh, yes. Let me get it for you." Mr. Walrus handed Alice the carving knife, "Please, could you butter my bread for me?" and left the kitchen. Alice sighed, and picked up at butter knife, and buttered the bread.
"Mr. Walrus is such a strange man." Alice thought to herself.
"Ah, here you are my oyster." Mr. Walrus returned with a folded piece of paper. Alice accepted the paper and slipped it into her jean pocket. Mr. Walrus picked up his buttered toast with much excitement, "Thank you Alice!" and began eagerly eating it as she bid her farewell, slipped on her jacket, and left the orphanage with the Will, who stood waiting by the door.