Many years after Alice had fallen into wonderland, and many years after she had fallen through the mirror, Alice was sitting at home, knitting for her three granddaughters. Now, at an old age, Alice had seemed to forget about all that had happened to her, but – aha! – I did say 'seem' didn't I? And so it seemed she had did so. But really, Alice remembered it better than anything else that had happened to her in the past 63 years. But now, she just watched her 3 granddaughters – Leona Cheryl Little, Charlotte Lily Little, and the youngest, Annie Marie Adeline Little – play in the fields. - - - - -
"Stop it!" young Annie cried as Charlotte pulled her golden blonde hair, "It hurts!"
"Nuh-uh! Not until you promise me not to tell grandmother that I drowned her kitty in the water!" Charlotte stuck out her tongue. Leona sat under the tree reading a book, paying little to no attention to the doings of Charlotte and the cries of Annie, only looking up to tell them to be quiet, which they did so for only a few moments, then back came the screaming.
"B-but he was s-s-such a nice ki-itty!" Annie cried out.
"He was stupid and not worthy of anyone's love! Besides, I didn't like him because he favored you! What kind of smart cat would ever favor someone as sick and despicable as you!" Charlotte fought back as she hung Annie up by her hair. Annie had caught Charlotte a few hours earlier drowning and successfully killing grandmother's kitten, Basker, in the pond, and they have been bickering about it ever since Annie had threatened to tell Alice. Finally, Leona had enough and slammed her Shakespeare book shut.
"Okay, you two, you've left me no choice! Remember that necklace I lost last week in the fields near the pond? Well, whomever finds it gets to state their case in front of Grandmother Alice." They both gave her confusing looks so she explained, "Annie, if you find it you get to tell grandmother what Charlotte did – Charlotte, if you find it first, Annie will keep her mouth shut! Now, scatter!" Leona slumped down against the maple tree once again and continued reading, a smug look of satisfaction upon her visage.
Annie and Charlotte scrambled around the tall grasses near the water, almost falling here and there. At one point they were at complete opposite ends of the pond, but Annie in particular, noticed something unusual. She called out for her sisters, but then left to discover what was down the giant gaping hole that was placed beside her.
"I'll just put my feet in and grab the edges so I can see what's down there. . .then when I'm done looking around, I'll just pull myself back up!" she said to herself, but quickly lost her grip and fell down immediately, sending herself to a dusty, old room. There was a small door, unlocked though a key laid by it, but Annie was to big! She saw a little glass bottle filled with a small amount of orange liquid labeled 'Drink Me!', that laid in the center of the room. It was covered with a layer of dust and looked like someone hadn't drunken it in years! Annie remembered what Grandmother Alice had said about bottles labeled 'Drink Me!': "Only drink bottles labeled 'Drink Me!' if you fall in a hole and need to get through a tiny door!"
Wow! Annie never thought her advice would come in handy one day! Annie drank most of the bottle, only leaving one sip left, and suddenly she became to shrink. She glided through the open door, as if nothing seemed to happened, and as she followed the stone path, she came face-to-face with a pretty butterfly, smoking a cigar.
"Welcome back, Alice, it has been a while." The butterfly said after studying Annie for a while.
"I am not Alice! I am Annie Marie Adeline Little, born December 6th, 1887, age 8!" Annie recited.
"When I look at you, all I certainly see is Alice." The butterfly blew a big huff of cigar smoke in her face and she began to cough wildly.
"You're silly!" Annie stomped off, ignoring the butterfly's pleas to come back. - - - - -
"Leona! Annie! Guess who found the wonderful necklaaaace~!" Charlotte had been heard from the other side of the country, as she shouted with glee and plain arrogance about finding Leona's lost necklace. The silver chain held a pretty blue gem, and was now all at once dangling between the fingers of Charlotte Little. Of course, Charlotte couldn't wait to rub it in Annie's little face. She ran to the other side of the pond, where Charlotte had heard Annie's voice last. She ran so fast, so determined to prove Annie to her melancholy depression, and let out a yelp when her foot was met with air, letting her fall down a long hole she thought was a tunnel, to a small, old room.
The frightened Charlotte dropped with a thud, severely hurting her head. The frightened and now newly injured Charlotte had meandered through the door, dizzy. She couldn't quite set her mind on anything certain, and being in Wonderland, a place where only dreamers can dream of, certainly did not help her shaky and clouded vision.
She followed the curved path and soon had met up with a sign similar to a street sign. One side had a green arrow pointing to one side of the split path. Another side had a small black arrow that was slightly bent, pointing to the other side of the split path.
"Hm, black is prettier!" Charlotte had thought to herself. She had practically lived in the tall green grasses near the pond her whole life, and has become quite disgusted of the green color. - - - - -
Author Note* Hi, okay, sorry for the excessive use of changing of scene, but I just hope you can enjoy this story. I will be posting every week to every other week (depends on what is going on; I will tell you at the end of every author note when I will be updating so there is no confusion). Please leave reviews, good and bad, and thank you for reading!