The Last Alice of Wonderland

Chapter Six

Cynthia walked to the bus stop twenty minutes before school had ended. No bus would come for another half an hour, so she decided to walk home. She was holding the letter carefully in her hands so she wouldn't dent it. Who's this from? Hey, Eustin! A little help if you don't mind. Cynthia sighed when she received no answer. "Still ignoring me I see." She said.

"Hey, Alander!" Someone yelled from behind her. Cynthia turned around to see that it was Zac running towards her. As he came closer to her she could see some older kids chasing him. They had very pale skin and they all looked alike apart from their hair and red, black and white basketball shirts with all different numbers on them.

"Run!" He yelled as he grabbed her hand spinning her around. Cynthia clutched at her letter so it wouldn't fly out of her hand.

"Come back here Red!" One of the older boys yelled at Zac. Turning her head Cynthia could see a baseball bat in his hand. The boy slashed at the running pair and the bat changed into an axe. Cynthia was too out of breath to scream. Zac started to pull at her hand. She quickly turned her head back, saving her from running into a pole. Zac turned a sharp corner, pulling Cynthia along with him. For a few seconds, they were out of sight of their pursuers. Zac pointed at some pipes on the side of a wall.

"Climb." He panted.

"Oh no. I am not climbing on the roof of a building." Cynthia said back. There was running footsteps and shouting coming closer and closer.

"Do you want to get kil..." Zac hesitated and then said, "Beaten up!" Cynthia remembered the axe in the boy's hand and raced to the pipes and started to climb them, with Zac at her heels.

Cynthia was watching over the edge of the roof, spying on the boys who were previously been chasing them, move from store to store, looking for them. Cynthia was out of breath and Zac was none the less. Why were they chasing him? She thought.

"Are they gone?" Zac asked.

"Not yet." She replied.

"Why were they chasing you anyway? And why did you have to bring me into it?" she said turning to him who was spinning his piercing above his left eye.

"Long story. And they would probably push you into a wall or something if I didn't get you out of the way. You saw the baseball bat in that guy's hand." He answered. Baseball bat. I was a goddamn axe!

"Anyway, just to let you know, if you were wearing a skirt, I would have got a front row seat to your ass," Zac said with a smile. Cynthia felt her face grow hot and red.

"Pervert." She said.

"Bookworm... Sorry." Zac said looking down. "I shouldn't have called you that."

Cynthia laughed. "No, it's fine. I used to it."

Zac looked at her, his green eyes puzzled. "How? Everyone teased you, hurt you verbally and physically. How could you just get over that, let alone get used to it? If that were me, I would probably start beating up everyone so that they stayed away from me, but you. You couldn't hurt them or me. How could you not hold a grudge?"

Cynthia stood up. "I never said I didn't hold a grudge. I still feel hurt by your comments; I just learned that I was stronger then you're stupid words. They meant nothing to me. And getting used to it just came naturally. I've been bullied my whole life, or what I remembered it as. My dad even..."

Cynthia put her hands over her mouth. I can't tell him that! No you stupid girl. Change the subject. She looked over the edge of the roof, seeing to boys turning the next corner.

"Hey, they're gone." She said quickly.

"Great." He stood up as well. Cynthia noticed that he was a few inches taller then she was making her look up to look him in the eyes as he stood right in front of her. Oh god. I can't step back or I'll fall. What do I do? What do I do?