November
2011
An Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From A Tree0
An Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From a Tree
Alexandra November 4, 2011
It was a bright sunny day in May when my mother, Alice, told my sister, Annabelle and I to get out of the house and go down to the river bank. I didn’t feel the need to spend time with my sister after the nasty things she had called my last night. My mother said she picked on me because my hair was a lighter and prettier shade of blonde then hers was, but I wasn’t so sure. My sister was the perfect and ideal daughter and I was the so called ‘freak’. But as much as I protested I had no choice. So my sister and I walked side by side as we followed the beautiful trail down to our favourite spot.
Alice in Wonderland
When we reached the big oak tree beside the river bank my sister pulled out her incredibly boring book and disappeared into her own little world, completely ignoring me. Just because I was being ignored didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make an effort to talk to her. So I told her my imaginations and dreams about how one day I would make it possible to fly without using and airplane. She responded unenthusiastically ‘Don’t be stupid Alison! And don’t be such a pest!” I didn’t bother to talk to her after that. I began to dream about what my mother and her sister used to do down here at the bank. My mother once told me she made daisy necklaces but that seemed like too much work. All of a sudden I started to feel very sleepy so I closed my eyes and as I was about to fall asleep I heard some rustling in the bushes. As I was about to get up and investigate, a white rabbit jumped out and began to scamper away. I rubbed my eyes fiercely because the rabbit I had just seen wore a purple coat and carried a gold watch. I told Annabelle what I had just seen but she rolled her eyes and ignored me. So I began to follow the mysterious rabbit.
After chasing the rabbit for several minutes, I caught up to him just in time to see him check his watch and dive head first into the base of an old tree. I got down on my knees and stuck my head in the base of the tree and screamed “Mr. Rabbit where are you?” But all I heard was the echoing of my scream.
AND THEN IT HAPPPENED
I was falling down the hole and into the strangest forest I had ever seen …
After my adventures in Wonderland the Cheshire Cat finally showed me the way out of the forest. I landed with a hard ‘smack’ right outside the tree where I first fell down the hole. Rubbing the dirt of my light blue dress and my white stockings I ran back up the path to tell my mother everything. I didn’t even bother to tell my sister, she probably didn’t even notice my disappearance.
When I reached the house I yelled “Mother! I have something important to tell you!”
“Yes Alison, what is it?” she replied.
So I told her how I chased the rabbit down the hole and how he kept calling me Alice. When I told him my name was Alison and that my mother’s name was Alice, he smirked and said “An apple doesn’t fall far from a tree.”
“Mother what does that mean?” I said.
“I have not a clue.” She replied with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
I continued to tell her how I met the Caterpillar, my new friend the Chesire Cat, the very unhappy couple the King and Queen of hearts, the playful fat boys Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. I told her about my interesting conversations with the very crazy Mad Hatter and the March Hare who were very rude. My mother listened without interrupting me once. When I was finished she stood up, patted me on the head and said “It sounds like you had quite the dream!”
“But it wasn’t a dream! Why does nobody believe me?” I yelled with disbelief.
Alice walked away from her daughter with a distinctive smirk on her face because she knew Alison’s adventures in Wonderland were not a dream or her wild imagination, they were true.
That’s all for now!
~Alexandra~
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