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King Alice

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It's me. I know I'm late. You might be wondering what the point might be in my picking up a pen. Well, I've decided to tell my story from my own point of view. Don't get me wrong, I tried to avoid this as much as possible. At first, I didn't feel the need; later on, I was concerned that I wouldn't be believed, in between all the lies that various other people have been circulating; in the end, I just wasn't bothered. However, that's all changed. As I stated above, I have resolved to write my story in my own words. Although it's true that I'd rather stay quiet and enjoy the hilarious, stupid, insulting and sometimes flattering stories people write about me. And I must say, had it not been for that peculiar incident, I might have never picked up a pen. However, that is neither here nor there. I have decided; thus, I shall spread the truth. Indeed, as all of you who have picked up this book must already know, I am the hero who saved the world. I must warn you that the passages inside are very different from what you've been told by the authorities, heard in songs, and read in books. Sometimes, it will seem boring and without flare, other times, it will seem stranger than the fiction you've come to believe, but I assure you, it is all fact. This isn't a fairy tale one can casually read to their children; nor is it a text book that would put even the most avid readers to sleep. It is an autobiography, filled with passion, fear, courage, achievement, and also regret.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter one- He was born! He was born?!!

As is stated, I was born.

My parents expected a girl. It's not like they had scanned my mother or anything. They just really wanted a girl. My pre-bought clothes... were for girls. My pre-bought toys... were for girls. My name as you all know.... was for girls. So, you can imagine the disappointment in my parents' faces when they saw me. Now, any normal, loving parents would here realise that they had made a terrible mistake in disregarding the fifty percent chance of their child being a boy; and they would adjust their outlooks. However, my parents went in a different direction entirely. They somehow tricked themselves into thinking that my being a boy, was MY fault. In response, as any good parents, they chose to discipline me so that I learn not to repeat that grave mistake.

Yes, you guessed it! Or rather everyone knows this part already.

They kept the clothes; they kept the toys; they kept the name.

And all together now, that name was:

Alice