Aleks In Wonderland (boyxboy)

Prologue

       Growing up, I've always wondered what story my life would be. Would it be like Cinderella's wherein she was treated like a slave rather than a family by her stepmom and stepsisters and then a lady with a stick that chants bibbidi-bobbidi-boo help saves her miserable life and then bam, she was scooped by the hands of prince Charming and they lived happily ever after, or would it be like Rapunzel's where she was locked in an isolated tower and the only thing she did was to let her hair down and then bam, another prince to share the rest of her life with.

       Well, honestly, I dont know why I'm comparing my life with fairy tales, or maybe I do. Due to the fact that I had a mother that loves telling me stories like these when I was still young. Because of her, I started believing my life was a fairy tale as well.

       And in case you're wondering, my story did not start like The Little Mermaid, or Snow White or whatever princess out there. My story started like this:

       "Aleks, wake up. We're almost there sweetie," my mum said, waking me up from my deep slumber.

       I groaned as a reply. No intention of waking up and nuzzling the pillow my head was laying on more.

       "We haven't even got there and I'm already sure we would be making lots of great memories. Finally, a fresh start," my mum chirped, getting a hum of agreement from my dad.

       Fluttering my eyes open, I looked at the window of the car. Different kind of trees and the setting of the sun greeted my eyes. A worn out sign with vines stood a few meters away.

       Willowwood Manor was written in big black bold letters. I whipped my oldschool nikon camera and took a picture just in time before we passed through it.

       The soft purr of the engine and the occasional shutter of my camera filled the silence of the road.

       Now this is what tranquility means, I thought to myself.

       Then as if someone heard my thought and jinxed it, fits of scream broke the serenity of the road.

       People with furious faces, old and young, clad with clothes that were white as snow stood outside at a mansion-like house that was painted in crimson red.

       "Oh goodness. What's happening here?" mum said while putting a hand to her chest, obviously shocked and scared, while looking at the mob of people through the side of her window.

       "I don't know darling. But my gut is telling me we better not drag ourself into trouble," dad answered, while keeping his hands on the wheel and driving slowly because of the people that didn't know that roads were for cars and not for people. I mean they were everywhere!

       "So much for a fresh start, huh?" I snickered. Getting a look from my mum who didn't find my remark hilarious.

       "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," I tried taking back what I said before this woman kills me. And I guess it worked, because after a few moments she heaved a breath.

       "Let's just move on and forget that ever happened," she said and tried to plaster on her smile as if mobs and riots happen for a daily basis.

       I looked back where the mob was and saw that they were still on with what they were doing. But something I didn't expect to happen, happened. A man around his late thirties looked straight at me, and if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under already.

       Turning my back immediately, I felt the shiver run up my spine and down. I just plugged in my earphones and let the Cage the Elephant calm my nerves.

       After an hour of driving and asking for direction -with people less rioty and more decent- we were finally here.

       It wasn't bad, actually this neighborhood looks pretty nice. But even with the different shades of flowers that decorated the frontyard of each houses, you could tell something was off.

       I just hope agreeing to move here was not a mistake.