Alice Grace was born on a wet Sunday afternoon at exactly 3:13 in her neighbough's back garden. There had been a lot of shouting when her little head decided to make an appearence in the world. It wasn't until Alice's lungs screamed louder than the adults surrounding her, that they realised she had been born. No one cooed. The wind whipped against their ears. No one made a fuss. The midwife was the only one who moved. No one noticed her full head of hair.
"Get her inside before she freezes," the midwife mumbled.
Alice Grace's sobs were stiffled as her mother clasped her new bundle to her chest. Everyone stared as the new family made their way to the house. The smoke clogged up the air along with the stench of burnt sausages. The rain stained her mother's face. Alice was carried away, hidden, by her mother who wobbled through a house she wasn't welcomed at. However, Alice knew none of this. Alice wasn't even Alice then. She was just a baby. An outcast the moment her eyes blinked.
"Get her inside before she freezes," the midwife mumbled.
Alice Grace's sobs were stiffled as her mother clasped her new bundle to her chest. Everyone stared as the new family made their way to the house. The smoke clogged up the air along with the stench of burnt sausages. The rain stained her mother's face. Alice was carried away, hidden, by her mother who wobbled through a house she wasn't welcomed at. However, Alice knew none of this. Alice wasn't even Alice then. She was just a baby. An outcast the moment her eyes blinked.
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