CHAPTER 4

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Alice skipped her way into the forest and started following a stone path there was on the floor. She stopped for a second and picked up the pink biscuit in her pocket. She needed to become big, if not she wouldn't get anywhere this small. Maybe a bird would pick her up mistaking her for a small wee bug. She did as the doorknob said. She liked it a couple of times and became big once again. She looked around and knew that everything was not so big. There were all sorts of trees, and she thought it was wonderful. She looked everywhere, and up and down. She enjoyed stopping and looking at the beautiful strange flowers. She would name all the ones she knew in her head, just to have some fun.

She heard birds chirping as she walked along. White flowers on the floor moved swiftly because of the wind.

As she walked deeper into the forest she felt as if something was wrong. The forest became darker and darker as time went by. The wind became colder, the trees became more gloomy and the birds were quiet.

'Am I lost again?'She thought. 'Oh no...'

Suddenly a butterfly flew past her and she was startled. Her eyes squinted when she realized that the butterfly had bread wings! She looked at the butterfly for a while until it disappeared in the distance. She looked around her to check if there were any more strange bugs or animals. And as she looked around she managed to see at the distance something coming straight towards her. She dodged the scissor mosquito when it was about to crash into her face.

She bent down and with her arms she grabbed her head to protect herself from the strange creature. Once she thought she was safe, got up again and looked to where it had gone too. Just in case it came back.

She started feeling a little scared. This was not what she had seen through the doorknobs mouth. This was supposed to be the forest next to her house, but why had it changed all of a sudden.

The path she was following suddenly ended. The rocks did not continue forward and Alice stopped just at the end. She looked worried. She played with her fingers as she looked again around her. Where had the white rabbit gone?

She thought that if she stepped out of the path that she would perhaps be even more lost. She looked behind her, thinking maybe she could retrace her steps. Maybe she walked past another path, or there was a sign somewhere.

As she looked at the path behind her her eyes went wide when the path was disappearing behind her. What?!' She looked at her feet and the path was completely gone. 'What am Igoing to do now?' She could feel her heart about to burst out of her chest but she would cry, nor she wouldn't lose hope. She had to be hopeful and positive. She has to believe in her.

There was obviously not going back, so she had to keep moving forward. And so she did.

She took a deep breath and began to walk again. The difference from before is that now she was more aware of her surroundings. Paying attention to see any signs or if there was any other path she could take.

She also was looking to see if she could find the white rabbit,

As she walked deeper into the forest she heard something. Turning her head towards where she thought the noise came from she gasped. 'Who's there?' She said. No one obviously responded and she felt that someone was watching her. She looked in the ground for something and picked up a stick.

This made her feel a little better, but she only picked it up so that whatever was lurking in the forest could see that she could harm them or at least defend herself. But this was a lie. She had no intention of hurting anything or anyone, and she could not fight at all.

Alice never liked violence, she preferred to talk or at least be respectful. She could try and punch someone or even throw rocks.

She walked a few more steps and another rustle was heard near her. This time she knew where the sound came from. The bush at the left moved a little and she stayed a couple of feet in front of it, the stick grabbed with both hands in front of her too.

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