Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland if I did then I would be very rich . . . which I am not. I only own Johnny and her younger brother so there!

Authers note: Thanks Bob you know who you are blah blah blah.


Dangerous trips to Wonderland

It was 7 pm on a Friday night. I was babysitting and there was nothing on T.V. My mother was out and I had nothing to do. The phone rang. I answered,

" Devonshire morgue how can I help you?"

" Alice! Why do you insist upon answering so rudely?"

"Because mother I have nothing better to do on a Friday night than to watch my twit of a younger brother!"

" ALICE!" My mother said darkly. "Have you taken your medicine? If not then take it now!"

"Fine mother." I rolled my eyes and thought 'well maybe a trip to wonderland will do me some good'

"Well all right then. Is your brother asleep?"

"Yes mother."

"Good I'll be home late tonight so I don't want catch you up when I arrive home."

"Ok mother." And with that I hung up. I went into the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinets. I took out about six or seven pill bottles. I opened each one and took out at least two from each bottle. I got a glass of water form the sink and put half the pills in my mouth took a sip of and swallowed.

I was a little dizzy at first like I always am, but caught myself on the counter with my free hand. I put the rest of the pills in my mouth. Took a sip of and swallowed. My vision became blurry; I staggered out of the bathroom and turned to my bedroom door. I opened it and saw the doorknob. He looked at me sternly.

"You're late!" I ignored the doorknob as I walked through the door into the forest.

"Now if memory serves; I shouldn't go . . ." I turned and started walking down one of the many paths in Wonderland. When I heard strange singing; I knew I was headed in the right direction. I came upon a small cottage surrounded by what appeared to be steam. Walking to the pathway; I opened the gate and saw the Mad Hatter and the March Hare having a un-birthday party.

"Oh my, Alice." The Mad Hatter said slurping on his tea. "You're horribly late! It's rude to come to a un-birthday party late you know!"

"Very, very rude indeed!" Said the drunken mouse in the sugar bowl. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of tea the March Hare gave me. I pulled a pocket watch out of my Dickies.

"Well my watch says that I'm on perfect time! And it's no where near two days slow!" They both shrugged and drank their tea. After a few minuets the March Hare looked around!

"Clean cup! Clean cup! MOVE DOWN! MOVE DOWN! MOVE DOWN!" Being used to this I stood up and raced down the table a few seats. The chains hanging off my pants jingled as I went. The un-birthday party flew by, and eventually I became sick of tea. So I stood up and bowed; flipping my hair in front of my face to the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, and left.

I made my way down the path I until I reached the Cheshire cat's tree. I climbed it and sat sleepily in one of its many branches. Closing my eyes I fell asleep in mere moments.

I awoke what seemed like hours later on my bedroom floor. Still wearing my Sex Pistols tank top and my black Dickies. I looked down at my badly worn high tops and smiled.

"Oh I'd forgotten I wore capries and socks today." I stood up shakily and walked over to my brother's bedroom. He was nine and had long hair almost longer than mine. We both had green eyes and jet-black hair. It was the only way you could tell we were related. I had my father's facial structure, but my mother's thin figure. My older sister had always been jealous of me, and I didn't care. She had always said,

'Oh Alice why do you go and waste your beauty looking like some "Goth" or "punk"?' my usual answer was spit at her feet. She looked exactly like our mother; she hated it. Whenever I had warning that she was coming over I'd lock myself in my bedroom.

Seeing the sliver of light fall on my brother's face; I took a small wad of paper out of my pocket and threw it at him. He slept with his eyes open and it landed almost directly above his eyelid. Perfect shot! I closed the door and went back to my room. I closed my own door tightly. Shoving towels and random clothes at the cracks of the door; to make the smell duller to the rest of the house; I took out a pack of cigarettes. Finishing the half I had saved earlier in the day before bed.

The next morning I woke to my mother's shrill voice yelling in my ear.

" Alice! Alice! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT ALICE!" I groggily opened one eye and looked at her.

"What!" I said half my face still buried in my pillow.

"Get up and get dressed. Abigail, will be here in one hour." I sneered at her name.

"Mother, tell her I'm sick. I don't want to be around her! She's an evil little-"

" ALICE!" My mother gave me the 'don't you try my patience look'. "I expect you to be showered and ready in one hour." My mother walked out and closed the door behind her. I threw what ever was in arms length at the door, which happened to be a rather old and worn boot. I got up and stretched; I could hear my brother screaming at the T.V. in the next room over. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed my digital clock off of my nightstand in the corner of my room. Next to my broken television/V.C.R. 8:12 AM. The numbers laughed at me; I threw the clock against the wall. WHO WAS AWAKE AT THIS TIME OF DAY! I shook my head and walked into the bathroom and showed. Twenty minutes later I walked back into my room; slamming my door signaling to Tim that I was out. I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and attacked the chains in the back. I took out, what I hoped was a clean; a long sleeved Led Zeppelin shirt, and threw it on over my head.

I headed over for my radio when there was a small thump against my door. I opened it and in walked my cat Dinah. To tell the truth I liked Dinah better than I liked my own family. She came in and lazily flopped down on my bed. I smirked at how fat she had gotten over the years, but it didn't matter to me. I sat down next to Dinah and stroked her head gently we stayed like that for almost half an hour. Our peace was disrupted by a loud serious of pounds on my door.

"Oh goodie Dinah," I said quietly looking down at my cat. "It's here." My door burst open and there stood my favorite person in the world. Abigail.

"Oh ALICE! How wonderful it is to see you." She walked over to my bed and, I honestly think she's trying to strangle me every time she hugs me. She clung onto me until, thank god, Dinah bit Abigail hard on the arm. "OW! That excuse for a cat bit me!"

"Oh she did?" I stroked Dinah's head. "That's a good girl Dinah! We eat mousses and hunt nasty rats!" I looked up at my sister viciously. She game me her patented 'how rude!' look. I just smiled as she stalked out. My mother came in minuets later telling me off for encouraging Dinah to bite people. I simply rolled my eyes as she left. I kissed Dinah on the top of the head and took a few pill bottles out from underneath my bed.

"One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small, and the ones that Mother gives you don't do anything at all . . . " My favorite song was playing. It was appropriative for the time being. After all the song was White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane. The lead singer had been a good friend of my mother's before they became famous. The song was about me and my 'imagination' and wonderland.

I shoved the pills down my throat. The room around me drained of color and became black and white. Moments later the Technicolor path to the Queen's castle was at my feet. I started down it stopping to smell the roses every now and then. I heard the bugle of the White Rabbit. He came rushing down the path.

"Oh me, oh my, oh dear, oh dear!" He looked down at his large stopwatch, and ran straight into my legs. " ALICE!"


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