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Truth was, I wasn't ready to talk to my mom. I needed sleep and wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone! I heard her run by several times but than the house was silent for a little while. Suddenly I heard voices coming from the living room, she must had turned the TV on. I couldnt believe she'd actually be watching TV when I couls possily be missing! What kind of mother was she?
The next morning I woke up in the closet, the blankets had all fell and I was the only thing on the shelve. I was guessing my mom never found me since I was still here. did she even care that I was gone? I reached down to the doornob in the closet, I couldn't reach it. Somehow getting in the closet was much easier than getting out. I Moved my way down to the shelve under me and grabed the doornob. Opening it slowly I crept out and shut it with almost no sound at all. I couldnt decide where to go... to bed? outside? Clearly my mom wasn't awake yet. I decided to go outside and look for wonderland again. 
'Its morning, it will be easier' I thought to myself. I tip toed up to my room. I had never noticed how when the sun beamed off my pink walls, it made everything in my room pink! I opened my closet and grabed blue shorts and a t-shirt that i got from disney that said "if you can dream it, you can do it" I thought it was very appropriate for my situation. I slipped on a pair of black coverse my mom had got for me and tip toed back downstairs, grabbing a light, blue jacket on the way out. It was spring so it was warm but I didnt know how wonderland would be. I have to be prepared. I closed the door so quietly, that I could barly hear it than skipped my way to the edge of the woods.
   

            “And they lived happily ever after.” I finished, as I closed the hard cover book and looked up into my mom’s bright smiling eyes. I closed my eyes and laid my head of her chest. My mother held me tight and we just sat there for a while, no one said a word or moved a muscle.
            “So how’d it go, finding wonderland?” My mom asked, the worst question of my life, the one I dreaded to hear. I was a failure.
            “I found it, I just have to find the way in.” I said holding in the tears, I knew there wasn’t a way in, I was wrong. That rabbit hole wasn’t wonderland.
            “Well, did you look for a door, maybe a window, did you try knocking?” I couldn’t believe my mother was saying all these things; she was making a joke of wonderland.
            “MMMOOOOMMM” I said in an annoyed tone, I leaped off her lap and stood my ground.
            “Wonderland IS real and I WILL find it!” I screamed. I ran out of my room, slamming the door behind me. I didn’t know where to go, what to do. It was getting dark and I was no longer allowed outside. I decided to hide, someplace away from my mom, where she could never find me. I just needed to get away. I ran into the closet at the bottom of the stairs that had spare blankets in it. It was a big closet and I fit very easily in it, I climbed up to the second shelve and laid flat down piling blankets on top of me.  I began to crying quietly, wiping the tears with the blanket on top of me. I slid back all the way against the wall on the shelf, and fell asleep.
            “Maggie? Maggie? Sweetie please come here, I’m sorry for making fun of wonderland.” I opened my eyes.  

 

I sat at the table quiet as a mouse and slouched in my chair. I wasn’t ready to tell my mom that I was too big to fit into the Rabbit hole. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask.  ‘How did Alice do it?’ I thought to myself.
            “Sweetie bring your plate over, I made your favorite! Spaghetti.” My mom called from the Kitchen. She looked happy; why was she happy? Could she not see how upset I was?  Spaghetti was my favorite. I stood up with my plate and walked slowly over to the stove, doing a little hop in my step. I wasn’t sure why I did that, I had since I fist started walking; I guess it just stuck. People would say it was cute, and that was fine with me. The spaghetti looked especially good and I couldn’t wait to eat it, as soon as it hit my plate I practically ran back to the table and began to eat. My mom joined me and laughed about my excitement about the spaghetti.
            “Do you want anything to drink?” my mom asked me while whipping the spaghetti sauce from around her mouth.
            “Can I have some Gatorade?” I said. It wasn’t exactly a question because I knew I could have some Gatorade. My mom only shook her head because her mouth was still full with food. She slipped out of her chair and walked over to the fridge.
            “Blue, red, or orange?” she asked.
            “Red, Can I pour it please?” I begged.
            “Okay, I’ll hold the cup for you and you pour, but only if you can pour me some too.” She said teasingly. Truth was, Gatorade was never her favorite but she always got it just because I loved pouring. It made me feel grown up. I pushed back my seat and moved over to my mom, who was already holding the red Gatorade in her hands. She held the cup and I poured my Gatorade all the way to the very tiptop. My mom didn’t like when I did that but she never yelled at me for it.
            “What color Gatorade do you want mommy?” I asked smiling up at my mom.
            “Hm. I like the blue one.”
            “I CAN GET IT!!!!!” I said eager to get the bottle of Gatorade. I walked over to the fridge and reached up for the blue Gatorade all the way on the top shelve. I had to stand on the fridge floor just to be able to reach it. My fingers barley touched the sides of the container but I was able to twist and pull it closer and than grab it. It took me two hands to carry it over to the counter.
            “Got it?” My mom said, offering some help.
            “I got it.” I said half smiling. I couldn’t fully smile because all my energy was being used to carry the Gatorade; it was really heavy for me.  I poured it for my mom than she put both Gatorades back and the fridge and we both brought our drinks to the table. I had to take a sip of mine first because it was too full to carry it without spilling. We sat down at the table and laughed and talked while we ate my favorite food.