Monday, 2 June 2008
09:32:01 AM (GMT)
"Come on, Alice! You're birthday's coming in 3 weeks! Look alive for once." I yawned
and stared at Lavender, bored. I'm Alice McCarly, a 15-16 year old orphan girl.
Lavender's my best mate, and we've been a lot together. A good many years have
passed since that little 'accident' with evil-scheming-murderous Charlotte. But me
and Lav can never forget about that. "I am looking alive. If by alive you mean
staying awake at 2 'o' clock in the morning. What I'd like to ask is how you
can be so bubbly at this time of the day." With that, I fell back onto my bed and
closed my eyes. "Well, I couldn't go back to sleep, what with the preparations for
your B-day party and all."
I got up again and scratched my monster bed head hair. "What's so great about being
16 anyway? It's nothing special," and I shuffled towards the bathroom. I started the
shower and reflected. The reason why I was so gloomy was because I was having
nightmares. Nightmares that were short, strange and nothing much. But it was actually
a lot. Because even though they were only 4 words out of Charlotte's mouth, whispered
sweetly in my ear right before she was hauled into that police car. Heck, she
probably made it up to get the last laugh. But even so...
Forget about it, Alice. It's nothing. A big fat nothing. I dried myself and put on
a red shirt and jeans. I stretched as I headed towards the cafetaria. I'd be just in
time for breakfast. My new slippers were very comfortable, and I walked towards the
cafetaria while anticipating the lovely meal I'd be enjoying. I opened the familiar
worn old oak door and its brass handle. But I stopped smiling when the door opened.
In fact, after that, I didn't smile for some time. Because as I opened the door, I
saw a girl with golden shoulder length hair, wearing a red shirt and a pair of jeans,
and a pair of comfy new slippers.
I saw me.
Last edited: 19 June 2008
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