I sat up the tea cups on our long table in the dining room. This house was so big it was small.
My head had been pounding for some time. I looked at the large clock at the end of the hall. Yep five o’clock on the dot. It always happened about this time, well ever seance I turned sixteen that is.
I sat down in one of the many chairs letting my head fall in to hands.
Why did this hurt so bad?
At the same time every day?
I did not feel like my self and that scared me.
“OH MY GOSH THIS HOUSE IS HUGE!!!!”
I put on a fake smile standing up. Walking to the front room.
“That or it is small your pick.”
Brittney’s mouth looked like it was about to fall on the ground. Unlike her the twins, Tim and Tom. Were punching each other in the arms.
They were called the emo twins or the Goth boys. I did not think that. I thought they were original.
They always wore the colors black, red, and some white. What made people think strange of them was thier hair and eyes. Tim had natural baby blue eyes when Tom had dark green. What was not natural was there hair. Tim's Hair was neon green and Toms was neon blue. They said it help people know who was who. Or who was not who.
Jack was still smirking at Brittney’s fractionation. He had been here before when we were younger. So he knew his way around well. I looked at him from under my hat rime and him at well at me or what he could see.
“How about we go get some of you famous tea?”
Before I could give my answer of yes. Tim and Tom were by my side.
“Let go I shall take her Tom!”
“NO. I shall take her Tim!” I was in a game of tug of war and I was the rope. To top that off my head was killing me. Yes killing me. What if I Die today and on my birthday at that?
Two hands around my wast lifting me up brought me to.
Jack being the schools foot ball stare had me on his shoulders like he did when we were kids.
“I will Take AnnaBee you clones take Brittney if she ever comes to.”
We walked off in to the now tea room. Jack sat me down on the side of the table as Brittney walked in with Tom and Tim behind them. They all sat around me. I let my legs swing. I had to do something to get my mind off of this headache.
Was my mind sick?
Poor thing! I hope not. I wished that on none.
Jack smiled down on me sweetly like he always had.
“AnnaBee we need to talk to you about something.”
I scanned the room at the others. “That would be about?” I toke a sip of my tea siting next to me.
“Well you see AnnaBee we are all going to try to find Wonderland.” As soon as the words left his lips I started choking.
“Why.” Cough “Do.” Cough “Need” Cough “Me?” Jack looked around then back to me.
“Well AnnaBee remember the last people to go after Wonderland, who keep repeating the same thing before they died?”
I nodded feeling a chill. “But I have not herd it?”
“Well they keep repeating. This same rhyme.
