Alison's Wonderland
Full Review: Ever wonder what happened after Alice left Wonderland?
Fifty years later, Alice's 7-year-old granddaughter Alison falls down the rabbit hole. Time in Wonderland had stopped again when Alice left; in fact, it's only a day later…
CHAPTER 2: MEETING THE LOCALS
"Well, come on now, we'll be late for tea," McTwisp walked quickly for such a small rabbit, and I trailed behind, looking around in wonder. The land Grammy had always told me about, the one I'd know from bedtime stories for years… It was real. I was here, about to go to tea, with Tarrant, the Mad Hatter.
"Alison!" McTwisp called from far ahead. I gasped, realizing I didn't see him anymore.
"Mc-McTwisp?" I called nervously, "Where are you?"
Suddenly a smile appeared in front of me. A wide, sharp toothed smile. That wasn't attached to anyone. Instead of screaming, I grinned back.
"Cheshire Cat!" I called happily.
Eyes appeared above the grin, then a whole cat, a blue tabby.
"Well, now, if it isn't Alice, come back!" he grinned, "Tarrant hoped you'd return, we just didn't think it would happen so soon!" He paused, looking me up and down, "Although I did think that you'd eaten the Upelkuchen to get bigger!"
"Well," I laughed, "You're right about one thing. It isn't Alice! My name is Alison." He jumped back, with a look of mock shock, and then grinned again.
"Well then, let me see…" He looked again, "You must be… her granddaughter!" I frowned "How did you know?"
"I have an inkling of such things." He replied with a grin. Then he jumped onto my shoulder, curling his tail around my neck. "Have you seen a rocking-horsefly lately? He seems to have stolen my lunch." He glided off, and then disappeared again.
I giggled, just as McTwisp returned.
"Alison!" he called, "Just where have you been, standing about idly, I turned around and you had disappeared, what Mirana would say…" trailing off, he grabbed my wrist and began to pull me forward.
"I'm awful sorry, I was just talking to Cheshire Cat…" I apologized quickly. He sighed, rolling his eyes.
"That Chessur, always the same…" he continued dragging me along the forest path.
We soon arrived at a table in front of an old house, another scene directly from my bedtime stories. Dozens of teacups, teapots and scones, and two decisively mad figures sitting at the table. The only difference was that Mallymkin was not there, having left us for the other fork in the road.
And there, at the head of the table, the hero of my bedtime stories. Flaming orange hair sticking out under an overlarge hat, towering over a pale face with two unbelievably bright green eyes.
He saw me, and a wide gap-toothed smile spread across his pale face.
"It's-" he cut off, looking down at me, shock replacing the glee.
"-not Alice," I whispered sadly.
AN: R&R! I'll try to update sooner next time! Not m best work, but I think my next chapter's shaping up to make up for it.