Girls journal Revisited Part 1"Jane Ironwood." Came a voice from the doorway. Jane looked up from where she was sitting by the window. She put her paintbrush down and stood. She curtsied to her father, and then her tutor, who stood beside her recently vacated stool.
"Please, excuse us." Jane's father said to the art tutor. The young man bowed to him and Jane, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"What can I do for you, Lord Ironwood?" Jane asked. Ever since she could speak, she had been told to call her father 'Lord Ironwood'.
"Jane," He began. He took a few steps nearer to her. "How old are you this 12th June?"
"Seventeen, sir." She replied.
He looked her up and down appraisingly. "Very good." He replied. "Has an eligible suitor made you an offer that i don't know about?"
"No, father." She replied. She had a bad feeling about where this conversation was leading.
"Good, good." He thought for a few moments, then clapped his hands together. "Perfect. This 12th June, 1672, you shall have a ball." With that,
Hatter's Point of View Part 9
Alice nodded, and turned away from the tree, starting forward.
"Um, the Tea Shop is this way." Hatter said, pointing his thumb back over his shoulder at the corridor they had just left. Alice turned to face him, a slightly sheepish look crossed her face, but it disappeared almost immediately.
"Alright then, lead on." She replied sarcastically. Hatter shook his head, a slight smile on his face, and turned back the way they had come. They had passed thorough the corridor, and by the front door to the Resistance before the silence between them was broken again.
"So, what use is this Looking Glass?" Alice asked Hatter, nonchalantly.
Hatter was secretly glad that she had broken the silence between them, and he hadn't had to do it. "The Looking Glass is the only way to get you back home." He paused. "It is here in the city, but it's the most heavily guarded piece of kit in Wonderland." Naturally. He thought
"I've gotta find Jack first." Alice replied.
Hatter stopped walking and turned
Hatter's Point of View Part 8
She stared at her hand, not seeing anything else. What are you thinking about? He wondered. Oh, how he wished he knew what caused that look on her face. I bet she's thinking about Jack. Just thinking the man's name made Hatter's shoulder spasm faintly. What's so special about this guy that she would travel to another world to find him? it didn't even occur to Hatter that Alice hadn't intended to fall through the Looking Glass.
The lift jerked to a stop, and Alice came back to her senses. She glanced down at Hatter lying on the ground. A brief, unreadable look flitted across her face, then she ran down the stairs, and out the door they had come through about ten minutes prior.
Great. He thought. He pulled himself to his feet and followed her out. He looked left and right. He saw the hem of her jacket disappear around the corner to his right. He shook his head and sprinted after her. He followed the path around the corner, and through an archway that led down
Hatter's Point of View Part 7
He ran though the wooden double doors, and started sprinting down the corridor. He looked up, and Alice was already inside the lift. He could tell, even from this distance, that she had no idea how to start it.
She needs more time. Hatter thought. With his lighter weight, he quickly caught up to the bulk that was Dodo. He launched himself at Dodo, tackling him to the ground.
"Hatter!" He heard Alice call from the lift.
He put his knee on Dodo's back in an effort to keep him down. This was not mean feat, for Dodo was putting up quite a struggle. He pointed towards Alice, "It's the blue button!" He shouted to her, short on breath. Dodo quickly turned over underneath him, and pushed Hatter of him with a kick to the stomach. Dodo tried to tackle him against the wall. "Go Alice!" Hatter urged her, trying to push Dodo off him. "Hurry up and push the blue button!" He heaved Dodo off him, and across the path. Hatter reared his arm back, and aimed a heavy punch towards Dodo's face. Dodo
Hatter's Point of View Part 6
He sat up, and immediately trained the gun on Dodo, who was staring at him, wide-eyed. His shoulder throbbed painfully and he clapped his left hand over it, applying pressure in a futile effort to control the pain.
He pulled himself up, one hand on the chair beside him, and scrambled between Dodo and the door. His gun never left the man's chest.
"Leave her alone." Hatter commanded. "Or believe me, the next one will be aimed at your head!" I need to give Alice enough time to get out. He thought. He hoped that Dodo wouldn't call his bluff. Hatter had just used his last shot to intimidate the resistance cronies, and was now bullet-less.
"Look, Hatter." Dodo began. "This is a game changer." Hatter swung the small handgun to point it at the woman for a moment, who pointed hers somewhat hesitatingly back. Then he pointed it back at Dodo. "I'll give you three times your price." Hatter glanced out the door, trying to see how far Alice had gotten down the hallway. "Five. Ten. You name it
Who Were You?Does nothing remember me to you? Do you just dance through life without me, just as happy as you were before?
We were happy once, you remember? We would laugh, and sing, and dance, and play. You weren't very good at the dancing part, but we had fun anyway. You would whisper in my ear, and your breath would tickle. You would be completely serious, but you couldn't understand why I was giggling.
I would be standing by myself, and I could recognize your footsteps behind me. you had an uneven gait. It was unsure, yet filled with purpose. How did you do it? You smiled when you were sad, and laughed when you should have cried. i just don't get it.
Before we started, i watched you from afar, remember? I would go to your band rehearsals, and listen to you play. The lead singer was horrible, but the bass was pretty good, and you looked good when you strummed it. For one show, you had me play the piano, and i started too slow, but you just encouraged me with a smile while the drummer picked up t
So tired...I'm so tired of everything
Tired of trying,
Tired of slacking,
Tired of waking,
Tired of sleeping.
Of greeting, of leaving,
Of seeing, of being,
Tired of modesty,
Tired of boasting,
Tired of swimming,
Tired of boating.
Of losing, of finding,
Of searching, of hiding.
I'm so tired of everything.
Life is just so long.
So many expectations,
Too many songs.
I don't know the words,
I don't know this tune.
I don't know my heart,
Or if yours is in tune.
So tired of lying,
So tired of trying,
So tired of repeating
So tired of rhyming.
Nothing can rhyme,
For who has the time?
Trying to hard,
To be shut down
Losing my grip
To fall to the ground
My mind is reeling
My heart's not feeling
The world has gone black,
And it's not coming back.
The world will spin
Round and round
And there's no way to stop it
No you can't stop it
So tired of walking
So tired of trying
So tired of searching
So tired of crying.
When love endsWhen love ends and life begins,
You should know, you're doing well.
When life ends and love begins,
You should know you're in hell.
Love destroys the soul it steals
Like lemon in a cut
Then to show you how it feels,
The door will then slam shut.
Fresh water, salt water,
Which do you prefer?
One will kill, and one will save,
But, this you must infer
Love destroys the hearts of those
Who fall into its traps,
Stupid girls, and cunning boys,
Who scramble 'round like rats.
The tattered soul will wander through
Plains of coveted fire.
It cannot touch, or look for it,
It must deny desire.
The spirit cannot soar, for it
Has lost its only wings,
No one willing to help it through
Or listen at the song it sings.
The mournful song is heard by all
Yet none will ever listen
It shines just like a superstar,
But mud prevents the glisten.
When love ends, and life begins,
You should know you're doing well.
When life ends, and love begins,
You should know you are in Hell.