Personal Narrative-Alice In Wonderland
I lived out a much more exciting life back home than I ever could have here.” she says pointedly. Her sarcastic remark was merely meant to counter The Cheshire Cat’s, but she couldn’t help but feel intense nostalgia of what could have been all those years ago had her decisions been different.
Cheshire smiles smugly, “well, my dear. I hear The Hatter was just about ready to throw one of his infamous tea parties, and I really must suggest we get there before all the good seats are obtained. It’d be a shame to get a poor seat your first day back.” He lingers slightly on his final word, they seem harmless, but his tone is one of menacing calmness as if he were a siren leading a sailor to their death. Regardless of his numerous attempts to come across as friendly, Cheshire will never be able to be seen as anything other than whimsical, sinister, and mischievous villain to his compatriots.
The two race through the woods leaving trails of smoke and dust behind them. It’s been years since Alice has had the chance to run, she ran as if all her pent up energy was finally able to be let out all at once. She dances and glides through the colors and beauty surrounding her on every turn, inching closer with every step to the only person she’d never been able to figure