The Land Of The Forgotten

Peeking into the mind of Ana

 Sam's hand slips over the small silvery object, intertwining her fingers and making a small basket out of her hands - which she used to scoop up the item and put it in her back pocket. She was in the middle of the shop and everyone was looking at her, yet no one stepped up and said anything. They just stood there like nothing happened. I grabbed Sam's arm "Hey! How'd you do that?" I said quietly.

"The same way we are now outside the shop," she replied

I looked around and to my surprise my surrounding had changed. We were outside the shop!

My friend started walking away from the shop and I followed quickly behind her at a fast pace. "Ana, haven't you ever wondered why people have called you Alice all of these years?" she proclaimed

Sam made an excellent point. Everyone at school has called me Alice for as long as I could remember. But I only realized that they have been calling me Alice once I think about it because at the moment when they talk to me I hear Ana. "Alice you have a pet rabbit. What is his name?" she said a little loudly.

"White. Why?" I replied.

"The rabbit, your watch. Alice focus!" She yelled.

"I am Alice. It is all adding up! I own the White Rabbit, and I have a stopwatch!" I started to piece the puzzle together

"I'm the Alice from Alice In Wonderland" we said in unison except she said your, but what's the difference! My head was buzzing with excitement. Could I really be? I could, I am, I will be!

My name is Alice. My friend Sam brought me here, I thought to myself. My hands were wrapped around my legs giving me a false sense of security. The last thing I remember is Sam bringing me to this wretched place! The dark, damp room reeked the smell of death, and it made me want to cry. My memory has been flooding back to me ever since I was told I was some sort of fairytale, and one thing I clearly remember is that I am claustrophobic! I never understood why, I just thought it was something I was born with but no. It was from when I went down that hole. Ever since then I have been claustrophobic, and let's just say that this room was no bigger than an outhouse. I stood up and looked around this small room, looking for any sign of escape. I turned around and in the dark was a boy. "Hi, my name is Jack," the boy said.