by Tabitha Kaye
Dear Reader,
A door, a single door. A door that can open to a world of magic and mystery.
Though the question is which door is it? You are standing in a room of doors, a house of doors. So which is it?
Behind the door is a place of wonder where your questions can never be answered.
Some say finding such a place, such a door is impossible; but if there is one thing I have learned from this land, Wonderland, is that there is no such thing as impossible just unlikely.
But in these doors, this house, are trapped beings. I, as well, am trapped. Waiting for the Hatter to come and save us all. The Hatter is only who can save us from the dreaded side of Wonderland. A place where we are taken to his dreams, to lure him here.
From
Alice In Wonderland
Doors, doors, and more doors
In a room of doors, in a hall of doors, in a house of doors. Lots of doors and a girl, about fifteen. Her eyes are the most pointed thing about her; dark grey eyes. Why is she here? She has something around her wrist, something silver. She is walking closer.
“What are you doing here? Run, get out of here. Do not let them take you prisoner. Please my fate and theirs depends on it,” looking behind her then looking back,” Please leave now. GO!” a desperate look in her eyes.
“How, there are millions of doors here, it’s impossible,” I shout, looking wildly around.
Smiling slightly she whispers, “The impossible is possible no doubt about it, if there is anything I’ve learned from here is that the there is nothing is impossible just unlikely,” and now I am leaving.
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Going to school was like walking in to a bull fight every day, the bullies beating up the nerds, teachers giving out detention, and me getting left alone; in a way. At the end of school I would always get a jock at my locker; but more to that later. School was something I was okay at but home education was something I was excellent at, if I had to be more specific sewing was what I was best at.
My school day goes like this: language arts (which I am okay at), math (I can be good at it, it depends on the day), home education, lunch, gym (I fail no matter what), science (I will talk about that later), and study hall. After all my classes study hall is the most regretting, I stop at my locker and get a jock shoving science papers in my hands. Study hall: wasted time. I would have the homework done in less than ten minutes and hand it back to whoever gave it to me. I would finish my homework in thirty minutes and I always leave early.
Walking home I always somehow get tripped by the kids from uptown ” Hey geek, what you doin’ on the floor, huh, go on tell me?” all the guys would say along with other taunts. They weren’t all bad, there was always a girl in the crowd who never did anything. A by-stander. Not the best thing to do in my opinion.
But today was different, in the middle of the other kids taunting, she spoke up.
“Come on guys stop it just let him go this time, he has had enough beatings from you.”
“You know your right, how about you come over here, dish out a punch, and then we’ll leave him alone for the rest of the year,” the leader of the group said.
She walked over, curled her hand into a fist as the leader held me up, and she threw the punch. The last thing I saw was a pair of dark grey eyes and the look of sorrow.
Author's note:
Dear readers, if you have any suggestions for the next part of any of my writings, please post and comment. Though when you do that, could you please put the name of the story next to it? Thanks for reading and hope you guys enjoy the stories.
Thanks so much,
Tabitha Kaye
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