Because I can't really care (or I'm just that lazy) to make posts now and then that might actually mean something, I'm going to post a story I randomly have saved on my hard drive. This is something that I had to write for a writers craft project sometime during last year, and it's actually the plot for a manga/game I'm going to make. When I get around to it. After all I hate changing pixels and making characters. /sigh Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland. I do not plan to use the story/and or characters for my plot or timeline. Alice is a girl who I've decided to give that name to way before I even thought of this plot. Yes, there is a Queen of Hearts but not in this chapter. These people are my characters, I created them so I own them. Written and completed : November 11, 2007 The Cheshire Cat There was always that feeling. Like the feeling that I was being watched, but it happens all the time. In fact, it happens so often that I rarely notice it anymore, but still to some extent. I could turn around and no one would be there watching me. I could move my head slightly or look out of the corner of my eye as best as I can and still not find anything. I would tell my friends about the weird feeling I always had, I’m not popular at all, or at least I don’t think I am. But my friends say otherwise, how everyone’s eyes are on me when I’m on the track field, but that doesn’t count at all. To be honest, I hate this feeling and I can’t rub it off once it gets to me, like something attached to me, or that weird impression like a spiders web caught onto your skin and its there but won’t go away. No one is any help at all, calling me paranoid. It happens usually when I’m alone, nothing comes out and no one is around. I strongly doubt it’s some stalker because it’s just not logical in anyway that they wouldn’t be caught on school grounds. When the bell goes at 8 am the gates at the school are closed and locked. I’m also only at the end of my first year of upper-secondary school. But it seems that I met this mysterious person who was following me everywhere. And he defiantly wasn’t your everyday ordinary person either. At first I thought he was a cosplayer, the black cat ears on his head, the tail, weird clothing with stripes and even a bell around his neck and a small tiara on his head around his hat. It wasn’t particularly strange to see anyone dressed up like this, male or female. But something rang a bell in my head and I couldn’t quite wrap my reasons around it. He had this all-knowing grin; the annoying type that you wish would wash off of someone’s face. I didn’t get annoyed easily; I would call myself a normally calm person, but this kid really did annoy me and I didn’t know why. After I blinked he was gone. Then again, I don’t know why I thought the cat was a boy. He was very feminine, but the way he carried himself was a huge clue. I saw him again 2 weeks later, for longer this time. Still grinning, still wearing the same clothing. Tail lying limp and I was sure his lowered ears twitched, but that just couldn’t be possible. Another week later he came, sitting outside my window on the big old tree, just staring at me without a care in the world. If he came inside, I wonder what excuse I would tell my mother. “He followed me home!” wasn’t completely a lie; I certainly couldn’t say he was my stalker, I looked at him again. Sometimes I wondered what colour his eyes were because they were covered by his hair, or what his voice sounded like, he looked younger than me. My curiosity peaked, but he disappeared again. It has been three days but he hasn’t shown up again, and somehow it feels like the stare intensified like more than just the cat boy was watching me. I shivered, I hope not. I had P.E today, that meant I could run on the track; it also meant that I might forget those awful stares on my back. After five days passed I was in my music and arts class. My uneasiness increased, and the spider web got even bigger. The girls had to do a solo in class today, but I think I left my clarinet at home… And then finally, seven days passed by and I expected another appearance of my cat friend since he seemed to show himself in a seven day pattern. Maybe he won’t come today though, it was raining and after all, everyone knows a cat doesn’t like water. I looked at the grey sky outside my window, and thought I would go for a walk myself; I really did love the rain, so I went. Apparently he has an umbrella. I stood in the park with my own black and white polka dots over my head. And not surprisingly his was black and dark purple stripes decorated around in a way a hypnotist would use his tool. He spun it, and still he smiled that sly smile of his. Oh, how I wish the rain would indeed wash that grin away. “Would you like to follow me down the rabbit’s hole?” I didn’t hear the question; actually I think I was surprised that he even spoke to me so I didn’t have a clue what to say to him. But his smile never wavered. Instead of asking again he started walking off in the direction behind him, it probably wasn’t my smartest idea but I followed him anyway. I think he expected that, I was just too curious for my own good I thought. I watched his tail swish at every movement he made, I also kept in mind to stay well behind him because he acted like a five year old in a rain puddle. He bounced and tried his absolute best I was sure, to splash me when I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t know if he was being the playful animal he acted to be or if he really meant what he was doing, but my shoes and socks were already soaked. I curled my toes at the thought. We continued walking; I vaguely noticed the change in scenery. The darkening and thicker trees, the fresh roses on the bushes that seemed to be popping up from the ground like some weird growth. I kept following him until I really realized that I was nowhere near my home, and wondered if my two sisters were out looking for me. I think he noticed my thoughts and stopped, I paused behind him and he slightly turned his head to me and that grin never leaving his amused face. “You’ve gone through the rabbit hole~” he sang. I frowned. But he didn’t care to notice, just watched my two black braids hang over my shoulders. My eyes widened and I realize what had just happened, I couldn’t believe my stupidity! I opened my mouth, but he held up the finger of his left hand and twirled his umbrella in the other. So I closed my mouth again. “Welcome to our wonderland Alice.” And you know what? Alice really is my name. I just hoped, as the cat boy disappeared again in a strangely ‘Alice in Wonderland’ fashion, that there were no head-chopping Queens in this new place I’ve been lead to. | 
