Alice landed at the bottom of the drop with a thud. She stood up and brushed away the dirt on her hands. When she looked up she was met with the face of a cat. He was purple and pink striped and she had never seen a grin so large, but she liked it. "Hello Mr.Cat" she said sweetly. He looked like the cheshire cat from her story book and perhaps she was indeed in wonderland. "Hello Alice" he responded back casually. "You know my name?" She questioned. Confusion clearly written across her face. "Why of course Alice, your father speaks highly of you!" She shook her head. "You must be mistaken, my father is dead." This time the cat shook its head. "But he isn't my dear, would you like to meet him? Then things will be quiet clear!" She paused for a bit, thinking about the cats words before deciding to follow him. Which was rather difficult since half of him would always disappear.
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Alice Hatter
FantasíaAlice Hatter is a typical 15 year old girl...not really. There is nothing typical about her, not the slightest. She has flamming red hair and bright green eyes. The world thinks she's mad, but why? She had never done anything wrong to her knowledge!
