Novel & Cerita Wonderland March Hare

I settled for a pony tail, used mascara and blush that accented my celadon eyes ( Courtesy of my mom), a little lip gloss and I was done. What I exited the mansion, I typed in the keyboard that placed the house on auto lock. Thankful for the comfortable flats, I plugged in my headphones, wore the school's sweater and started running. When I arrived at school, I was five minutes late. The hallways were cleared and there wasn't a single student in sight. As I took a curve, I bumped into a very solid wall. Rubbing my nose, I looked up to see it was a boy in grey shirt and pants. He had sea green eyes and looked a lot like Matt.

Little breadcrumbs that were planted along the way which led you to your destruction instead of away from it. There had been so many breadcrumbs that led up to Douchewad taking me. I spent the past four months trying to figure out if things would have changed had I not been so quick to discount all the times I felt that someone was watching me. Or would fate have led me here regardless? Did I even believe in fate? I truly did not know any longer. My entire view of reality had been challenged over this entire experience. I had never believed that magic was real, but I knew the truth now. What else was real?

She held both our hands and pulled us. “We can walk there since it’s so near. You can leave your cars here.” She said. We just allowed her to do what she wanted. We arrived at the festival. There were booths, rides and games available. As we were walking, Amelia stopped by a stall. I noticed she was staring at a stuffed pig hanging by the stall. Oh it’s a shooting game. Kael and I looked at each other and we both knew what to do. We both slammed money by the counter. The merchant gave us a toy gun with three bullets. The goal was to knock out the matchsticks that were standing at the end. Those who can knock three sticks consecutively get the big prize.

It was really one heck of a march. ... A/N: werehorse - a shapeshifter who can assume the form of a horse

She wore the neck lace kerchief, yet he could tell it didn’t do her justice because it didn’t hide how her bosom almost spilled over the top of her bodice. He walked toward his uncle who came his way. “What can I do for you, Uncle?” “I thought you would like to play a game with us. Lady Sarah mentioned she had learned a new game that expands on Trundling Hoop and Roll, but she doesn’t quite remember how to play.” Henry ran his fingers through his salt and pepper colored hair and gave Gabe a crooked smile. “With you traveling so much, I was hoping you had learned this game as well.”

The mischievous laughter had materialized. She could not hold on to her hat, so it fell down the steep slope. “Aaaaah!” Maria cried, shielding herself by crossing her elbows over her head. Hee-hee-hee. The awkward girl panicked. She grabbed on to anything to secure her footing and her hands accidentally fell on one of the claw indentations. The goat raised its front legs off the ground and bleated incessantly. The mischievous creature swooped. It appeared like a cherub but had six black wings as huge as the serpent eagle's pinions. This is my first time to see one! She had seen such only sculpted in marble or dolomite in the sepulchers at the west beaches’ cemetery. The black winged

“I can perceive entities over there, but that’s all.” “We need to work on your sight.” “Name the day.” I glanced at Brett with a mild frown. Yeah, it didn’t take a psychic to see those two had some kind of chemistry going. “Is Kujo around?” I whispered. “Oh, my, there he is!” Amy covered her mouth, eyes like grapefruits. “Oh, Fran, I wish you could see him! He looks so good!” She turned to me and I was surprised to see the wet spark in her eyes. “He developed an animal shape. Picture a wolf the size of a grizzly, with long black fur. A warg, that. That’s how he looks. Fierce but pretty in his own fashion.” She looked ahead again, shaking her head slowly. “Oh, my girl. You should be so proud.