Wonderland in Barcalona

Chapter One-Spain

~Alice above~

With an irritated sigh, I stepped off the plane; we currently landed in the airport in Barcelona, Spain. Everyone else would be so happy and delighted to be in Barcelona for... I can't really call this a holiday, more of my mum's second honeymoon with her 'annoying' 'worthless' daughter tagging along. I clutched my black rucksack which had a sewn on Cheshire cat on it. Which I sewn on. I love Alice in Wonderland, and anything Tim Burton. I also like Alice in wonderland because luckily enough for me my name is actually Alice. Well... Alice is shortened for Aliceness. Weird I know.

I currently trailed a safe distance away from my mum heading towards the border place. After a long...boring 10 minutes of waiting, I reached the desk, where a old bald man smiled, I returned his smile and handed him my passport which he just glanced at then tapped away at his key bored for a minute before handing me back my passport with a kind smile, "enjoy your stay Miss" the old man said, "I wish" I sighed walking off to go get my suitcase. Suddenly my mum (her name is Beth) appeared with both hers and my suitcase which confused me a lot. She's never this kind.

I shakily took the suitcase off her which was just like my rucksack, black with Tim Burton film stickers over it, walking out the airport my mum linked arms with me. A smile on her face, she was around 6 inches taller then me. "So Aliceness, My Dear we need to talk about this holiday" mum chirped, great here comes the crappy part, hope it's not as bad as last time where she dumped me with her alcoholic friends for two weeks. We stepped outside, I saw Phil, My mum's boyfriend lean against his black BMW. "So listen, I have booked you a room in a hotel for the whole holiday while I stay with Phil, at his apartment. You have your phone, and also here" my mum said handing me a card... a credit/debit card. I took it gently, I read the name on the card it said Aliceness Westen. I was slightly confused. "There is around I don't know really in there. This is what your dad wanted to give to you before he...yeah. Anyway, me and Phil will drop you off at the hotel" my mum said putting all our stuff in the trunk of Phil's BMW.

Mum never really like talking about dad ever since he left, my dad. Greg Westen left 7 years ago because of mum which finally broke his heart 3 years after he knew that mum was cheating on him with Phil. Dad said don't blame Phil, he was a nice guy. I was 10 years old when he left. But he was happy when he left, so that gives me a little bit of comfort. I sat in the back seat of Phil's car staring out of the window a sigh Escaped my lips, more out of sadness and missing my dad. But to be honest this holiday don't sound too bad I have an already paid for room, which I don't have to share. Also the fact is this holiday is meant to last three months and I'm staying in a hotel for that whole time, with no mum! Or annoying people. Sounds pretty awesome.

During the car ride mum and Phil told me about everything I need to know. And thankfully quite a lot of people here in Barcelona speak English, but also I speak a good amount of Spanish, properly because my dad was Spanish, he always wanted to live in Spain, I heard that he moved here I wonder if he's happy... But also it's necessary to know at least three languages in my school to at least to get in. I wonder how mum managed to get the school to agree to this three month holiday, to bring me along just to ditch me in a hotel. Let hopes it's a good hotel.