Spades: The True Wonderland Awaits. (Of Wonderland Chronicles Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: A.G. Stone
have to be when you work together, you know? But she and I were very friendly with each other, and we had even exchanged numbers. If we passed each other in the hallway, we would wave to each other. So, yeah, we could be considered friends. I was considering trusting May with my most secretive secret, the one about my visions, knowing that she was an excellent person to tell about this secret; May was very accepting and warm, and she could be trusted to keep a secret, to take it with her to the grave.
I walked out of the store, parting the curtains that shrouded the entrance in dark velvet mystery. I blinked in the artificial light of the mall, a bit blinded by the brightness and falseness of the lights. I rubbed my eyes with my palms and sighed before I began to walk towards 32 Below, an awesome ice cream store that my friends and I used to go to before I got my visions and drove them all away with tales of poisoned roses and animals with the skin hanging off of their bones and men with markings up and down the left side of their faces in different colors - in every color of the rainbow.
I ordered a scoop of Apple Pie and two scoops of Amaretto, each on sugar cones decorated with chocolate and rainbow sprinkles. I took a few licks of my Apple Pie ice cream before walking up to Amber and shoving the Amaretto ice cream in her face.
"Here," I said, giving her a smile. "I'm sorry for everything, for only talking about me and what's going on in my life instead of asking you about yours; we all make mistakes, you know? Please forgive me; I don't know what I would do without you."
Amber grinned at me and took the ice cream from my hand, taking a huge bite of it. "You're forgiven, Bryony. You know, you always come up with the best apologies. How did you know Amaretto is my favorite flavor?"
I shrugged, giving her a mysterious smile. "I guess it was just a lucky guess," I said, even though the truth was that I had seen that she loved Amaretto in a vision - a vision of this happening, actually, and she shrugged also.
"Good enough for me," Amber said, and she locked her arm with mine as we walked through the mall, chattering with each other cheerily.
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The man with the large top-hat on stared into the mirror, at the image of a brunette girl walking with her friend. "Hurry, Alice," he begged in a soft, sweet voice like honey. "Hurry and save us. We're running out of time. Save us, please. We won't survive without you."
Chapter 5:
Coffee With Strangers
"I say raspberry," I said, tugging at the collar of my winter jacket, but Amber shook her head, almost dislodging her purple earmuffs.
"Caramel," she said, and I made a face, combing my fingers through my dark brown hair.
"What about blue raspberry?" I suggested, and Amber made a face.
"I hate anything raspberry," she said, and I groaned.
"Well, I hate anything caramel," I said, and she groaned.
"Looks like we're at an impasse," Amber said, and I shrugged.
"Well, what are we going to do now?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"Hell if I know," she muttered, looking down at the candy flavor emblems - painted in bright, neon colors - we had to choose from.
"If I may interrupt," a boy behind us said as he combed the bangs of his black hair from his eyes. I was shocked to see that he had the same green diamonds under his left eye as the guy from some of my visions had, as well as the same face shape. The only difference was his eyes; instead of being light-colored, they were very dark and beautiful. The diamonds had the same glimmer and shine, and I wondered idly if the diamonds were upraised or not, like they had been glued on to his cheek.
Amber elbowed me in the side, and I let out a cry of pain, snapping back to reality as I realized I had been staring; I blushed. "Yes, you may," she said, smiling warmly at the boy.
"I would suggest lemon-lime," he said, pointing out the flavor painted in neon green and yellow he had suggested to us on the board
I walked out of the store, parting the curtains that shrouded the entrance in dark velvet mystery. I blinked in the artificial light of the mall, a bit blinded by the brightness and falseness of the lights. I rubbed my eyes with my palms and sighed before I began to walk towards 32 Below, an awesome ice cream store that my friends and I used to go to before I got my visions and drove them all away with tales of poisoned roses and animals with the skin hanging off of their bones and men with markings up and down the left side of their faces in different colors - in every color of the rainbow.
I ordered a scoop of Apple Pie and two scoops of Amaretto, each on sugar cones decorated with chocolate and rainbow sprinkles. I took a few licks of my Apple Pie ice cream before walking up to Amber and shoving the Amaretto ice cream in her face.
"Here," I said, giving her a smile. "I'm sorry for everything, for only talking about me and what's going on in my life instead of asking you about yours; we all make mistakes, you know? Please forgive me; I don't know what I would do without you."
Amber grinned at me and took the ice cream from my hand, taking a huge bite of it. "You're forgiven, Bryony. You know, you always come up with the best apologies. How did you know Amaretto is my favorite flavor?"
I shrugged, giving her a mysterious smile. "I guess it was just a lucky guess," I said, even though the truth was that I had seen that she loved Amaretto in a vision - a vision of this happening, actually, and she shrugged also.
"Good enough for me," Amber said, and she locked her arm with mine as we walked through the mall, chattering with each other cheerily.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The man with the large top-hat on stared into the mirror, at the image of a brunette girl walking with her friend. "Hurry, Alice," he begged in a soft, sweet voice like honey. "Hurry and save us. We're running out of time. Save us, please. We won't survive without you."
Chapter 5:
Coffee With Strangers
"I say raspberry," I said, tugging at the collar of my winter jacket, but Amber shook her head, almost dislodging her purple earmuffs.
"Caramel," she said, and I made a face, combing my fingers through my dark brown hair.
"What about blue raspberry?" I suggested, and Amber made a face.
"I hate anything raspberry," she said, and I groaned.
"Well, I hate anything caramel," I said, and she groaned.
"Looks like we're at an impasse," Amber said, and I shrugged.
"Well, what are we going to do now?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"Hell if I know," she muttered, looking down at the candy flavor emblems - painted in bright, neon colors - we had to choose from.
"If I may interrupt," a boy behind us said as he combed the bangs of his black hair from his eyes. I was shocked to see that he had the same green diamonds under his left eye as the guy from some of my visions had, as well as the same face shape. The only difference was his eyes; instead of being light-colored, they were very dark and beautiful. The diamonds had the same glimmer and shine, and I wondered idly if the diamonds were upraised or not, like they had been glued on to his cheek.
Amber elbowed me in the side, and I let out a cry of pain, snapping back to reality as I realized I had been staring; I blushed. "Yes, you may," she said, smiling warmly at the boy.
"I would suggest lemon-lime," he said, pointing out the flavor painted in neon green and yellow he had suggested to us on the board
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