Idiots in Wonderland
There's a point in time in everyone's life you realize that it's about time you grow up. You stop playing video games so much, you stop sleeping with that night light you've kept with you for years, and you start losing passion for the things you used to love the most. Then, you start discovering yourself- and realize that some things stick with you even through the childish days. For me, an example was photography. I could never get enough of the images you could capture. It was too good to leave behind.
Another useful example, is how I was beginning to lose interest in Kingdom Hearts, and shows like Pokemon. I mean, really, I was seventeen years old and for some stupid reason, I always sat in front of the computer, watching anime and living off of minimal food. It was time for me to get a job- put my skills to use, you know?
The problem was, no one was really fond of my skills. I was an artist, a person with a wide imagination and set on freedom from the office like jobs that were available in the city. People thought I was too wild- my childish and hyper moments had caused people to think I was on cocaine, or weed, or some other serious medication or drugs that would render me useless in the work place.
So for the rest of the summer, I was left jobless. I needed a job, though! To get into college or university! Even if I wasn't sure what the hell I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Writing sounded good, but I was pretty damn sure that I wasn't a J.K. Rowling. But I could try, couldn't I- which is where my story begins; with my rear seated on the wooden chair and eyes set on the blank word document- that blinking black line mocking me… it's so rude… and incredibly taunting. Just showing me what is clearly out of my reach. What is far from my capability- my vocabulary wasn't very good, actually. I used far too much slang, far too much time listening to documentaries on UFO's and conspiracies that weren't beneficial to my dictionary. With a freeze pop in hand, I contemplated what I could possibly do to this blank thing. My hands were itching to draw- actually; my left had been freezing from the cold treat- instead of deal with words. Inspiration is a cruel thing that escapes you when you need it most.
All things had to come to an end, so I shut my laptop with a sigh, getting up to head to the living room and find something to do in this unbearable heat. However, it was my mother who found me- her hands at work painting the living room walls… for the fifth time that month.
"If you want something to do, then you can go get milk from the store." She told me, reaching on her tippy toes to reach the top. My family was a short bunch; you were lucky if you were over five feet seven in this family. I was sadly even at five feet.
"As incredibly enticing as that sound, mother, I'd prefer to not get a giant sun burn on my head. Please and thank you." I added the last bit rather politely- and a little too sweetly. She turned to glare at me, her dyed blue hair falling in her face as she did so.
"Young lady, you get on your bike, you get to the store, and you get me some milk." She threatened, waving her paint brush at me.
"Oh, I'm afraid. The paint brush is going to eat me."
"You have five seconds."
"Until it grows actual teeth?"
"No more laptop."
My arse was out the door before she even got to the second number. Of course, with the summer comes the wonderful heat known by other kids as, 'It's too fucking hot!' Yeah. I wasn't excited- seeing as I was wearing my infamous black sleeve-less dress, and white shorts underneath. You know that one story about that overly-gothic chick that meets that one vampire Alex-whatever? I was kinda like her. Except I didn't put on make up at all- I loved my light caramel skin, and naturally black hair. I'd managed to smuggle blue dye from my mom and it now had a blue tint in it. Score, much.
I took my bike out onto the dirt road, sighing as the breeze hit my already warmed up skin. We had no AC, so I made do with three fans in my room. The dirt path led through the thick trees of the country side- in other words it was a very long ride to the store. The path kept winding and winding, and time just kept passing and passing that I found myself wandering to the side and sitting for a break. I mean, I'm not an athlete- I sit on my arse all day, remember?
I thought, for a moment, that it had simply been my insane imagination- or an asthma attack, dunno- but I saw a flash of white in the distance, a rather odd color to be seeing in the vast greenery.
"Dear Christ, I'm turning into Alice from that… one thing." I sighed to myself, patting back the spider leg-ish hairs on my head.
"Aren't you Alice?" A soft, familiar voice asked. Spinning on my heel, I turned to see… a bunny. A white bunny, at that.
"… I am Alice, yeah, but I don't do the whole… you know… fall into a rabbit hole." I told the bunny, very sure that it had been the one whom had spoken. Believe it or not, I've read too many fan fictions to have this kind of thing rock my senses like other normal people. In fact, so many that I'd actually thought through most impossible situations through and through. I was a dork like that.
"Oh, that's alright." A girl with blond hair and stunning blue eyes stepped from behind the tree nearest, the bunny fleeing to her side. "We don't do that, either." She said quietly, seeming nervous and uncomfortable to be talking this way.
But it clicked.
"… Namine?"
I know you know what I know, and I know that you know what happens next. Yeah. I fell down a whole- but not just any whole. It wasn't the kind where you went falling and pianos or clocks were all up in your face like some trip on acid. Oh no, this was pure and utter darkness. For a moment, I though Sean Connery was going to greet me into the Darkness. It was a long, and odd fall. Unlike good ball Sora, I didn't forget anything. I ran things through my head and never lost any of them. But most importantly, I remembered my name. And the girls.
Who belonged in a game.
Weird.
"My name is Alice. I'm seventeen, and I live in the middle of no where. This Alice has crushes on video game characters, hates Kingdom Hearts, and wants to sink Sora's spikey head into a toilet, flush it, and then see if his hair defies gravity. Yeah, it's still me… CAN WE STOP FALLING NOW?" With a grand, and rather painful thud, my wish was granted.
Moving my head to make sure the fall hadn't fatally injured me, I glanced up at the wooden, old door- and instantly recognized it from a movie- and the odd twist of the symbol on it. Which, mind you, was the symbol of Mickey Mouse… and the Mad Hatter's hat on the top.
"Oh… this is going to make a shitty story."