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Alice’s adventures in wonderland
“Before The Rabbit Hole”
Alice giggled as she hurriedly finished her studies to be with her sister. But at the same time, did not want to be compared to her. She knew that’s what her mother was going to do. She wanted to be a story teller, a writer, but mother always said “ladies are to be seen not heard.” She had written a story of a place called Wonderland. And had drawn pictures for her story, what is a book without pictures? It was her escape from this world, at least for now, from her mother’s hawk like eye that carefully watched and analyzed her every move. She smiled, “mother I am finished!” she exclaimed at the top of her lungs.“Okay, Alice go and find your sister, she is waiting for you,” Alice nodded her head and ran to her sister journal and all. Pencil in hand, she walked eagerly with her sister to the pond out in the back. In her sisters hands she placed her story book for her to hold as she explored the grounds she already knew all too well. She had never actually left, only on short trips to the market or other simple places with her mother and sister.
Her sister put the story book by her side. Curiosity raged through her veins like a wild fire to peak at her sister’s book. She gave in, and she put down her book from the family library. As she read her sisters book, just as she turned the page, she heard little footsteps coming her way. She put down the small book, and picked up hers. Her little sister’s book much more interesting than the one she picked out. She heard a squeaky little voice say, “What is a book without pictures? They are so dreadfully boring.”
Alice’s adventures in wonderland
“After The Rabbit Hole (5 years later)”
The dreams Alice had been having, of a strange place called Wonderland, scared her. The memory was now a faint essence of her childhood. Another story forgotten, another tail not believed by her sister. Alice had lost her child-like imagination to a much more serious persona if you say. More of buried down so she would be taken seriously.
Alice’s mother had told her to stop being so childish and saying such foolish things in order for people to take her seriously. Taking her mother’s advice, she did this with no argument or challenge like usual, only wanting her mother to accept and love her for who she was. Despite her free-willed nature, Alice had grown to become the daughter her mother always wanted, a mature, focused, well-rounded, proper young lady. Alice kept a journal for the past five years, in which she wrote down her mother’s disappointments in her. Now eight-teen, she has accepted that all she is to do in life is to please and care for her mother. Her dreams of becoming a writer and a story teller were sabotaged five years ago, after her mother scolded her saying, “Ladies do not write, they are seen, not heard! So I do not want ever discover you telling such ill truths, or you will suffer grave consequences young lady. Besides, you could never accomplish such talent of writing anyway.
“The dreams,” Alice thought, “where do they come from? Are they memories, images of the past, or am I simply going mad?” The question made her face lurid. She thought going mad was not possible for her, or was it?