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Alice's Death: A Narrative Fiction

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“Alice is pretty... Alice is smart... Alice is dead.” I’ve heard the same voice several times before. The doctors were convinced it was a standard hallucination caused by grief. However, I never knew Alice. There was no reason for me to grieve. There was no reason for her death to keep me looking over my shoulder. She was just another face in the hallways. Yet, her sudden murder was never solved.
Everybody figured it was her psychotic uncle, but it was never proven true. We all just moved on. Even though Alice was gone, the world never stopped moving. I pulled my jacket closer to my body and hastened my pace as a shiver made its way down my spine. I couldn’t help but to risk a glance over my shoulder only to see teens gathered in circles, …show more content…

He’s hot!” Hannah nearly screamed. She leaned in, smiling at us. “And I heard, he’s single.” I managed a small smile as we reached the tiny blue hut at the end of the parking lot, but it quickly dissipated when I noticed my ride wasn’t there like usual. Hannah soon said her goodbyes, lucky enough to have her own car. “Where’s your dad at?” Bushra asked, looking around. I shrugged, only mildly concerned. “He’s probably just late. Since it’s a half-day, he has to pick up Kyler first.” I replied, setting my bag on the sidewalk. Still, my worry multiplied as the minutes flew by. Bushra’s ride arrived and she went home. Loitering students walked out of the lot. Teachers drove themselves home.
Soon, I was the only one left. Worriedly retrieving my phone, I called home. The phone rang. Then, it rang again. Finally, I was met with the crackly sound of audio on the other side.
“Mom, where’s d—”
“Alice is pretty.”
I almost stopped breathing. Fear overtook me, then confusion, and lastly rage. Figuring the whole thing was a sick joke, I spoke.
“Leave me the hell alone, you sicko.”
“Alice is smart.” The staticky voice …show more content…

“Where am I?” I instead inquired.
“Oh me, oh my!” he shouted, waving his hands around excessively. “Why, you’re in wonderland! The land of wonder! The wonder of land!”
“I’m going crazy.” I stated, leaning back in the chair.
“Indeed. You’re entirely bonkers.” My eyebrows rose at that. “But I’ll tell you a secret, all the best people are.” His unnecessarily wide grin was beginning to creep me out more than anything else.
“I just want to go home.” I whined, quickly growing irritated and stressed. His smile soon faded. I found that his straight face was far more terrifying than his smiling face.
“Nevins,” he called, turning to the rabbit. “Who exactly is our guest?” He stared at me suspiciously.
“Um…” the rabbit-human thing hesitated. “She may or may not have come from the Otherland. The queen and her minions are searching for her. We need to help her!”
The entire table went silent as the man in the top hat froze, then chuckled crazily as he stared at me. A teapot fell to the ground and shattered. “Get her out of my tea party. Now.”

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