Wonderland chap 1 part 1

Okay I know there are a lot of versions out there about Lewis Carols Alice in Wonderland but I actually started working on this story like two years ago. So some of my ideas were taken a little bit but most of them are completly different from lets say the SyFy version 'Alice' and the new Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. Which were great movies liked them both a lot. And of course there is the Disney version which most of the vast majority of the world knows.
So yeah, this like my own little version of Alice's adventures so I hope you guys like it.


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Falling

“ Alice! Alice! Where are you! ALICE!!!!

Alice stayed silent and tried not to move or slip on the slippery mud where she half kneeled-half hung on branches of a rose bush. Though it was rather difficult her flat black Mary Jane’s did not provide much grip on the slippery sludge and there was nothing for her to hold onto for support besides the prickly branches that cut shredded her hands like paper. She was almost slipped when one of her sister’s minions, Claudius came just a few feet from where she was hiding. Biting back a whimper as she grabbed a spiked branch, Alice once again pulled herself up. Once steady she looked back from behind the leaves to see Claudius conversing with Charlotte. Alice would rather have died then have been discovered by that blood sucking leech. If Claudius had been her sister Alice was pretty sure she would have become his personal slave or worse.

She had chosen well for her hiding place. The bush was actually two bunched together their trunks a few feet apart. There was a parting in between them at the bottom creating a hole of sorts in the thick leaves and branches. The inside of the bushes was a sort of cave with a spiky roof and walls. It would most likely This bush was one of her favorite hiding places when she wanted to be alone or in this case an escape from a boring lecture from her sister-tutor.
It wasn’t like Alice enjoyed disobeying her sister it was just that Charlotte could just get so bossy at times.
“Alice, stop fidgeting. And read your book.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that this book doesn’t make any sense to me?”
“Why? What is wrong with it?”
“Well there really isn’t anything wrong with it. It just doesn’t have any pictures in it.”
She then just brushed off Alice and said that she was a child and would soon understand that there was a great deal of books in the world without pictures.

And it had been that way ever since their parents had given Charlotte full control of the household while they were away to India a year ago. Alice did have to admit that Charlotte had always seemed to think that things always had to go her way but now it was worse. Now she was critiquing Alice on what she ate, what she said, what she did, even what she wore. Before Alice used to be able to walk comfortably in light dresses that were cut short and easy to move around in. But now she has to wear big frilly dresses with heavy petty coats that made her trip and stumble whenever she took so much as a step.