Narrative Essay On Saving Wonderland
Would you happen to know who I’m searching?” The Hatter asked enthusiastically. “What? Wait, you’re not real, there’s no way.” Alice was surprised, to say the least. As far as she knew the Hatter was a figment of her imagination that haunted her dreams since she was a child. Every night she would dream of tea parties, rabbits with pocket watches, evil queens with playing card henchmen, and a place called Wonderland; A place that was too crazy to be true. She’d tried everything to stop these dreams, whether it be medication to therapy. She backed away from the doorway slightly, the door still ajar.
“So you know me, but I do not seem to know you, dear. Can you please point me to Alice, it’s time sensitive.” The Hatter spits, pointing to a watch that does not exist on his wrist.
“Well, my name is Alice, but there’s no way I’m who you’re looking for. No possible way.” Alice wanted to be done talking. These dreams had haunted her for such a long while. They can’t be real.
“Well, if you’re the real Alice, surely you know of Wonderland? Wonderland needs your helps once more.” The Hatter and Alice lock eyes for what seems like an eternity. He knows that she knows, for the Hatter saw a burning in her eyes that once existed in a little girl that tumbled down that rabbit hole many years …show more content…
I almost got ran over by a giant metal contraption as well. Those things are NOT my cup of tea. HAHAHAHAHA.” Alice gave Hatter a questioning look. An odd one he was.
“Now we’ll just get down to Wonderland and defeat- Cheshire is that you? What are you doing up here?”
A smile appeared out of thin air, followed by the quirky cat’s body. “Well you see, Hatty, you left the portal open. I followed up Big Head and her Jabberwocky because I figured you’d need help, thank me later for my services.”
The Hatter glanced between Cheshire and Alice. Alice’s face changed from confusion, to disbelief quite quickly. “YOU LEFT THE RABBIT HOLE OPEN?” Alice screeched, a look of pure anger crossed her face, and before she could slap the Hatter like she was planning to do, she heard yelling in the distance. “OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!” Alice turns to see the Queen of Hearts pointing towards them, the Jabberwocky resting itself on one of the buildings residing in downtown London. There were many buildings already in ruins. Who knows how long they had been in this world causing