Young Writers Society

Alice stood up and began to observe her surroundings, all that there was in her cell was a small notepad and pencil and a caged window up in the left hand corner. She slowly crept towards the window. Outside she could see nothing but overgrown fields and the rain which was still falling. In England it was not rare for them to have substantial rainfall but this just did not seem right to her. It felt as if this rain was here just to represent her mood.

She turned round gazing at the notepad left on the ground for her by the Governor. She thought that he was a nice man, someone who she could relate with. Somebody, who was forced into a situation which they did not like nor agree with, but something that had to be done. She praised her parents for what they had done. Taking her was the only option they had. She thought of herself as the danger, a force not to be reckoned with. But, in reality she was just a girl. This isn't just reality though is it, she had come into contact with a new world. Something that has not been done before. But not just been there, she has escaped from it.

This sudden realization helped calm her nerves and she smiled to herself, something she had not done in a long time...

Alice picked up the book and inside it read...

'For Alice, writing a story is the first part to being free.'

The Governor.

This gave her an idea, he was right in order for her to get out of here she must write about her past experiences, taking her back to where it all began. That other world... Wonderland.

She sat down with book in hand, raised her pencil and started writing.

Alice thought long and hard as to what the title of this 'true' story would be, then it came to her.

Alice in Wonderland...