I blink a few times before really waking up for the day. I take a bath and wash my face. I plan to not go outside for the day, so I put on a long sea green dress. The sleeves go down to my elbows.
I walk downstairs and to the library. I find the book I've been dying to read. I sit and open the book and read. I read for a while until deciding to go back up to my room. I shut the book and walk up the stairs.
When I reach mt room, I walk out on the balcony. Yeah, still snowing with the colorful flowers sprouting through it. Absolutely amazing. Flowers in the snow. I walk back in, realizing how cold it is. I shut the doors to the balcony. I sit down on the edge of my bed, not knowing what to do. I could go pick the still-living apples from the apple orchard. I decide on that. I put on my shoes and a long coat. On the way downstairs, I grab a bow and a sheath of arrows for safety measures. I walk out the front doors and across the drawbridge above frozen water. I hate the sudden snow. Even though he's dead there's still horrible snow.
I reach the apple orchard and start looking for not dead apples. I find one and put it in the bag. I find more over time. I count and I've picked thirty apples. I'm bored so I clear some of the snow under a tree and sit. I pass time by shooting dead apples out of trees. I pick the arrows out of them and put them in the sheath. I walk home, but not before hearing a noise to the right.
"Hello?" I ask standing up. Something hits me in the head. I rub the spot where whatever it is hit my head. It was probably an apple. I look up and see that mad man from yesterday. I gasp and take a step back. He jumps straight out of the tree.
"You're perfectly mad." I tell him. He laughs, as usual. I start to walk away, I'm about 5 feet away before he says my name, which only makes me run. I can hear him chasing after me.
"Wait!" he yells. I stop and turn around, extremely annoyed. "What?" I ask.
"Did you remember to mark my words that she'd change your life?" he asks with a strange smile.
"Alice has not come into my life, and she won't. I thinks he's a product of your imagination, and Erin's imagination." I answer, walking on.
"She will come into your life, she will change your life in many ways, believe me. She's full of curiosity. Don't answer her questions."
"Why should I believe you? You're perfectly mad."
"Because you know me."
I roll my eyes and say,"That's a great reason," sarcastically.
"It is! You know me and you should trust me." he says.
"Well, the thing is, I don't," I say, running away, I know he won't be able to catch up with me. I'm reaching the front doors to the castle when I see the snow moving, I back away. Then, all of a sudden, a white bunny comes out. I smile, it's adorable. It hops right to me. I pick him up and carry him inside, I wonder what he was doing out here in the cold. I shut the doors behind me.
"Where have you been, Nicole?" I hear Nick ask.
"Picking the still living apples from the orchard." I answer, petting the rabbit.
"Where did you find that?" he asks, pointing to it.
"Right outside these doors, he was all alone."
"Well, I'd ask if you can keep him."
"It's fine."
"Okay, but if I were you, I'd get up to your room, there's supposed to be a snowstorm tonight."
"Well, that's perfect," I say, walking up the stairs to my room. I stop halfway up the stairs. I need to get food for this bunny. I find my mother and ask where it would be. She says that I should just give him carrots. I grab one from the Dining Room. I walk back upstairs and set the bunny on my bed. I look at him for a while, I wonder what I should name him. His eyes are blue and his fur is white with large black dots. I don't know. I'll figure that out later. He's really nice. I break off a piece of the carrot and feed it to him. I break off more pieces until it's gone. I guess he was hungry. I hear a knock on my door. "It's unlocked," I say.
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The Red Queen's Daughter: Book One
FantasyI've never understood, how she could be so cruel, the Red Queen. I know the inside story of her. I'm her daughter. I'm nothing like my mother, I'm the exact opposite of cruel. I'm actually nice. Like my aunt, the White Queen. When I was only 6 years...