"Alice! Get back inside before you catch pneumonia!" Mother commanded from the doorway after I sprinted outside.

But I wasn't going back inside. I had to follow the white rabbit. I've been thinking about that rabbit for a long time now. I wasn't going to let him just get away.

"Alice, Are you crazy! It's bloody raining out here! Get back inside!" Mother yelled.

Hearing my mother use the word "bloody" was a bit out of the ordinary. She doesn't usually like to use that kind of language. But I wasn't going to think on that for too long. I had to make it to the white rabbit before I lost him.

"Darling! Get back inside before the neighbors see you and think that I'm a terrible mother!" Mother yelled again from the doorway.

My goodness, I'm really going to see the white rabbit again! I've been thinking about this forever. It's been an obsession of mine since I've left Wonderland. I can't believe it; each step I take is leading me closer to the awe that is Wonderland!

"Alice, Get back in here! Are you trying to make the neighbors spread terrible gossip about me? Do you want the neighbors saying that I'm unfit to be a mother? Get back inside, now!" Mother screamed, her voice getting quieter as I ran further away from it.

Oh my goodness, I'm getting closer to the white rabbit! I can't believe it! This is truly amazing! I never thought that I would be able to see Wonderland again. This is just beyond amazing!

"Alice, You're going to catch pneumonia and die, and everybody is going to gossip about how terrible of a mother I am! It's going to be all your bloody-"

I didn't hear the last part of mother's complaints. The sound of my feet pounding on the ground and the raindrops falling in torrents to the earth were covering up anything my mother had left to say. Not that it mattered anymore.

What mattered now was that I was going back to Wonderland. The place that I've been dreaming about since I left it. The place full of nonsense and pure imagination. The place that actually makes more sense then the world I live in.

Finally, after I was a small ways into the nearby forest, I made it to the white rabbit.

"You're very late, Alice."

A/N

Sorry that's it been awhile. And sorry that this chapter is really short.

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B/N "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~ E.L. Doctorow

this quote immediately made me think of this story. Poor Alice, I shall forever think of her whenever I hear the word 'schizophrenia'.