"Rise and shine sweetie! Time to wake up! You'll be late for school!" A strangely high voice pulls me out of a deep sleep, and I throw a pillow in its direction.
"Go away!" I mumble, my eyes still tightly shut. "I don't care about that stupid school anyway."
"Oh you don't mean that," The same voice says, and I pull a pillow over my head to cover my ears.
I start to fall back asleep when I feel the weight of the bed shift. I throw the pillow off my face. "I said go-" I stop when I see Ches sitting at the foot of my bed.
He smirks at me. "Morning Kitten."
I collapse back into my pillows, trying to keep my face from showing my embarrassment. "Go away."
"Oh I don't really want to do that, Kitten." He lays down next to me. "ya know, you're really cute when you're asleep."
I laugh. "Stalker much?" I sigh, then sit up. "So what are you doing here, anyway? i thought you wanted to lay low or some crap like that."
"I wanted to check up on my Kitten."
"Well, I'm fine. Now get out. I need to change."
"Nah, I think I like the view from over here." He winks at me, and I push him off the bed, followed by a satisfying thud.
I begin to look for the closet, hoping there would be some clothes, but I realize there is no closest. "Shit." Where am i going to get some clothes? I know the Hatter is making me some, but who knows what those'll look like? I shudder as I remember the room he prepared for me.
Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around my waist from behind me. "Get your hands off me." I growl.
"But Kitten,.." Ches whines, tightening his grip.
I stomp on his right foot with my own, causing his hold on me to loosen ever so slightly, just enough for me to twist a bit and elbow him in the stomach. I follow that by kneeing him where the sun don't shine- if you catch my drift.
He falls to the floor, and I skip away, giggling like I'm some fucking cheerleader. "Bye, Kitten." I say, mockingly, as I slip into the hallway, closing the door on the lovely sight of the Cheshire Cat in pain.
As soon as I step into the hall, I am greeted by the scent of cinnamon and sausage- an odd combination, but delicious.
My nose must have informed my brain that it's in charge, because the next thing I know I'm in the kitchen, drooling over a pan of sausages sizzling on the stove.
"She's alive!" Dee says from behind me.
"Nah... I think she's a zombie." Dum says, passing a hand in front of my face.
"Nope. I'm alive," I say, snapping out of my reverie, "and I'm hungry for sausages, not brains."
I hear a chuckle from behind me and I turn around. "Eat as much as you like." The Hatter says, smiling warmly at me. "And when you're done, let me know. I have something to show you." He bows slightly at me (what the heck?) and walks out, leaving me slightly confused.
"Okay then...." I say, picking up a plate and piling it high with sausage. I walk outside and join the Dormouse, the March Hare, and Mr.Rabbit at the table, the Twins following close behind. The Hatter isn't here, so I assume he's in his study, being antisocial.
Mr. Rabbit is sitting stiffly, with straight-as-a-pin posture, gingerly nibbling on a cake. Despite his semi-cute seventeen year old looks, he reminds me of the uptight grandpa that gives his grandkids cheap, outdated clothing that smells like mothballs for christmas.
