Alice
“I’m Late, I’m late!” screamed a man’s voice.
“What? What’s going on,” My blond curls wiped around as I turned to see who said this in my blue dress. I was still in a sour mood, because I had just made a fool of myself on a walk with my dry great aunt, when she said…
“Oh no, the gardeners planed white roses instead of red.”
“While, you could always paint the roses red, it is the 19th century after all.” I replied. Well, she looked at me as if I’d gone mad. But anyway back to the “I’m late!”
“Late for what?” I called back. That’s when I saw it. It wasn’t a man who said I’m late; it was a red-eyed hair, in a matching red tailcoat! He kept looking down at his silver pocket watch, which glinted in my eyes as he ran
“My God,” I muttered. “Wait, where are you going?”
“Can’t talk!” said the fleeting voice, “I’M LATE!!!”
Alright I thought if you’re not going to tell me where you’re going, I’m going to find out on my own. I got up, I reached down, and took off my dull blue shoes. ith them safe in hand, and dashed down the maze path. He was almost at the end of the path in the maze still chanting, “I’m late,” when we came to the edge of a forest. I knew it would hurt my feet running barefoot, but it was worth the pain. It wasn’t bad, it was only like walking on a mushy green carpet.
I could still see the hair in the distance, and as we ran deeper in the forest, my hair catching on brambles and bushes. I could tell the ground was sloping up, and the earth continued to rise until we burst through into a clearing with a giant hill at the center. The hill had a massive tree, and what was strange about this tree was PUPLE!
I can't take many more surprises today, I thought. The hair was still running, and I’d come this far didn’t I? So I kept going up and up and up. Well, I got to about three-quarters of the way up the hill, and I keeled over with a stitch in my side.
Keep going Alice, you’re almost there, your almost there. I picked myself, and ran the rest of the way up the hill, and doubled over with searing pain in my side. Then, I saw the hair for the last in a long time, and he jumped down a giant rabbit hole, right under the purple tree.
Well, being me, I got up clutching my powder blue side, and limped over to the purple tree, and crouched down over the rabbit hole. I pulled mots of the twigs out of my hair here from the run in the forest, and put my shoes back on. I leaned over the rabbit hole to see if the rabbit was still visible, but all I could see was depressing darkness, below the beautiful purple leaves.
Well, at least I made it this far. That’s when it happened, the ground fell inward, and I was pulled into the blackness. Spinning and spinning, down and down.
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