Everyone remembers the first two times Alice came, when she was seven and half and nineteen. The first time was a harmless little trip, a dream to her. The second time she came she forgot all about it, like it was nothing. Though that time was big, a fight when on. The White and Red Queen fighting for who took over the land. Of course, it was White Queen. Good always conquer evil, love always defeats hate. Just this time we have another problem in Wonderland, a bigger one. One that could end everyones fairy tale Wonderland...

The last time we saw Alice was when she was sailing across the ocean, completing her farther's job. It's the year 1895 and Alice has been back for at least four years now. On her boat trip she met someone, her friend, Allison. Her new friend had a husband and a young child. The three would talk and she got along with them, hoping to be with them forever. They came true and then came Allison next daughter, Christina. A young girl with a very odd personality, gets upset with stupid thing, and doesn't really care for adventure. Well, she does, but its not seen. She has this talent, this gift that no one believes her about. Only Alice does, but never says anything. By the time Allison last daughter was born they all settled in Great Britian once again.

Christina is fithteen and lives in the rich part of Great Britian, or the kinda rich part. She is know for being like before, someone could easily upset her and her odd personality. Her adventurous side has never shown, until she came to Wonderland. The young girl gets there and was told by Alice herself that she must help them save Wonderland. From who? The Red Queen? Nope, something much more. Something that doesn't want to rule, but to destory. With her new friends and her talent, she must save them all. The results of it is hard to tell, no one knows if they'll win. But you, the reader, shall keep reading to see if they win and save everyone or lose and die together.

Storming off was a dark skinned girl. Her hair was short and dark brown and the dress she wore was white with a light blue bow to hold it together on the waist. She was fuming with rage as she left the white mansion behind her. "What was my purpose of being there?" She asked herself, her accent was of an American. "All that nut ever talked about was her adventure in a place called Wonderland!" She shouted. She stopped stop in her tracks, glancing down at the water.

The reflection of herself was showing as she stared at it. "Why couldn't mother send one of the others? I mean Lia would love to hear fairy tale stories of that sort." She told the gentle lake. She never understand her mother and her intentions. That woman was always trying to do something that could 'help' her daughter. To make it worst, she set her own daughter up with Alice!

The woman came from a rich family and wanted to travel like her father. It was a great dream, but she was a loon. Yes, yes, she was smart as ever, but that doesn't mean she's a loon.

The girl kept walking along the lake, the forest on her right. The sound of bugs buzzing and crickets could be heard. It would be a terrible and scary sound to others her age –mainly the girls-, but not to her. She was different. She was not scared of any cricket nor was she of a crawling bug. Just two types of bugs scared her, bees and spiders. Nasty things they were.

Just the thought of the bugs made her shiver with fright. How spiders hang from their strings of theirs and bees flying around, buzzing and sometimes stinging people. It was just weird, but it was the way of life. Well, that's what her mother tells her.

As she pushed that out of her mind, the thought on what happened pop up. She began to remember it closely.

"Ah, Christina." Said a woman with long blonde hair. She was smiling as the girl walked into the garden. Behind her was a butler, watching her carefully. Maybe not trusting her from the color of her skin.

"Alice." Christina said as she took a seat that was across from her. They were having some afternoon tea. A white table sitting between as a barriar. Flowers blooming everywhere and a maze that led to the back. The tea was steaming hot when Alice began to pour it. The sweet smell of herbs filled the air around them.

Alice poured tea in a small white cup for Christina and a large white cup for herself. She did not ask if she wanted sugar since the girl did it herself. Plop. Plop. Goes the two sugar cubes. "So what do you like to talk about?" Christina asked, her fingers grasping the tea spoon and stiring it.

Alice didn't drink or put any sugar cubes in, she just looked towards the garden on their left. "I just wanted to talk to you more; I haven't really talked to you." It was true. The woman would always tell stories to young Lia, who would always bounce with joy or clapped.

"About what?"

"I want you to hear a story on Wonderland."

Then cue the eye rolling. Christina already heard this story, a lot when she was younger. Before it was always silly and funny, now it's just boring and the same thing. No changes or spark to it. Just boring.

However, she had no heart to tell the older woman that, so the story began. Though, when hearing it sounded different. The story wasn't when she was the age of seven, no, nineteen. It was very exciting and interseting! Well, at first. Then came the other half to it.

The excitment soon fled away. At first, it was there then it just disappeared. Christina took a sip of tea as she began to think. This woman is a true loon. She is going on about Wonderland and this time it's different. Slaying? A jabber-what? Then this talk about the Red Queen being sent away? Her thoughts were soon stop from the call of her name.

"Christina are you even listening?" No answer. A sigh was heard as a sound of something falling into some liquid. Plop. Plop. Goes two sugar cubes. "Did you even listen to the story?"
"I did."
"Did you hear what I said afterwards?"
"I did not."
Another sigh left her lips, her gentle blue eyes staring at the brown ones. "I was saying how the two of us are alike."

Her, just like Alice? The loon that everyone is scared of and does not want their kids to be around? A snort of laughter was heard from her. It was very unlady like, but she did not care. "That's a funny joke," She told her after her laughter ceased.

Alice just blinked her eyes twice. Confusion could be spotted upon her face. "Joke? I was not joking, we're alike." The older woman stood to her feet and walked to her. "Christina, me and you are different from the others. We're both special, we have the power to make a change!"
"To make a change?" Christina rose to her feet. "I'm nothing like you! I'm not a loon and I'm not different." With that, she turned her back from her and left. Her ears seemed to pick up a few words from the butler. Something about 'How rude' and 'That girl needs to be put on a leash!'

Now that is why she was storming off. Yes, it was very stupid of her to leave, but she felt like she was being called a loon! She was no loon nor was she different. Christina was like the rest of the rich kids, she was the same as them.

The farther she walked, the farther away the mansion got and the closer the town was. By the time she was in sight of it, she smiled a little bit. Her town was small and everyone was from a high quatlity family. Most of the poor stayed, but that was farther down. More towards the road. This part is where merchants, bakers, tailors, and those from rich family stayed.

Both of Christina's parents were those who sailed on a ship, so a hint of adventure ran through her blood. Just a small bit, most of it is in Lia, her younger sister who everyone adores. She was only six and acted as if she knew everything. It was cute.

Her older brother left them for his own dream. The two never really talked before so nothing was on them. He was somewhat like Christina, very dull and the same as the others. His dream was always a secret to their family. She soon stopped thinking of him and pain attention to what was near her. The bakery.

The air near it was filled with the sweet smells of baked goods. Beards of many kinds, deserts, cakes, cookies; oh the list could go forever!

As she passed the bakery, someone called her name. A raspy voice. "Christina, how was Alice's mansion?" She stop to see a middle age man, his hair was a white with grey in it. He wore the clothing of someone who made something of the sort; white pants, white shirt, white over coat, and a hat. The of his nose had a sort of point it to it and his cheeks was colored rosary red.

She stops in her tracks as she turned to him, a smile on her face. "Hello Mr. Taylor," she said. "It was alright, she talked to me about Wonderland again. This time the story was different."

"Oh really?"

Christina nodded her head at him. "It was just weird," She said as she looked through the window. Stacks of beard were pilled onto shelves.

Mr. Taylor nodded his head as he stroked his chin, thinking. "Then why don't you prove her wrong," He suggested.

Christina beamed at the idea. "That's great!" She said as she turned her back. "I should do that! Thank you Mr. Taylor!" In addition with that, she ran off, holding her dress up so she would not trip over it. Now she must look for her childhood friend.

It was not that hard since of the size of the town. Just one thing, her friend was poor and did not live here. She lived on the poor side of town. As she ran farther down, a pebble hit the side of her head, almost making her fall. Luckily, she caught her balance. "What the—"

Laughter was heard on her right, the same way the pebble came from. Turning she could see a girl. The girl was the seemed the same age as herself. Her clothing, though, were much dirter and boyish.

Christina rubbed the right side of her head. "The heck Viola?" She shouted as she pulled her hand down. "What if that hit me and I fell down and someone runs me over?"

The girl named Viola began to think. "Maybe I would say sorry to you at your funeral and say some things about you." A groan was heard at the answer. It was so simple minded and no emotion to it. "Anyways, how was Alice's mansion? I heard the rich kids talk about it as I came here."

"She just said stuff about Wonderland and how I and she are alike." She just shrugged her shoulders at it. She should of known how the news would come across this far.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Nothing new?"

"Well she said some more."

"Really?"

"Yes and Mr. Taylor gave me this idea."

"I'm listening."

"Let's go sneak into Alice's garden to see the hole."

Viola held a look of shock. "Sneaking into her house?!" She said with a shock expression. After a while, a smile came on her face. "Let's go!" In addition, she pulled Christina off to find this Wonderland.
. . .

Christina and Viola were now in the garden. They had to lie about Christina forgetting Viola's ribbon in the garden. The butler watched them closely as they looked for it. "Chrissy, you go and find the hole; I'll watch Mr. Creeper over there," Viola whisper to her. Her hand picking up the teacups, looking under them. Her friend nodded as she got ready to run. Whatever Viola had planned, it would work.

Viola made her way to the butler. "Excuse me sir, can you please get me some tea." She said in the best proper way she could. She was British, but her voice had a hint of street in it. The way she said each word seemed to be setreching it a bit. Showing that she wasn't proper in any way. It almost made her friend laugh, but she kept a straight face.
The butler didn't seem to like it, but soon turned his back and gestured for her to follow. She followed, waving Christina off.

That was Christina's chance to go; she made her way quickly to the maze. Making sure to be as quiet as she could, it was hard from all of the twigs, flowers, and sticks. Snap, snap, snap, crunch. The pattern went on until she had this feeling. A feeling of someone watching her. She turned to see two people; two girls to be exact.

The two girls were different colors, from their skin. The one who skin was brown was shorter than the girl with pale skin. The one who was taller began to speak. "Is that her?"
The question was directed to the other girl who seemed to be looking down at her skirt. The skirt was lovely and the color seemed to match the rest of the outfit. Black and purple boxed pattern.

"I guess," She answered.

Confusion was seen on Christina's face. It was weird on how the two got there without sneaking in. Then their clothes, no one in town wore that. Orange dress, orange flower headband, black top-hat, white shirt, and a skirt. Brown boots and black combat boots. They must be foreign. "Who are you exactly?"

The blonde smiled, it was small and no teeth were showing. "Ciara and this is my twin sister, Kashia." Twin? How is that even possible? The two were different races and nothing alike, but she did not say anything about it.

"Okay, I'm Christina."

"Found her." Said Kashia who began to smile just a bit, no teeth just like her twin.

"What?"

The two did not answer her as they made their way to her. She began to take steps back. "Stay back," She told them, but they did not listen. Christina turned to run, but two sets of arms grabbed onto her arms and dragged her down the maze. "Let go of me!" She half shouted, half whispered. She did not want to be caught by the butlers and Viola gets thrown out. Yes, her mother knows Alice, but the older women may think it is a bit weird and creepy of her to be searching her home. Well, the outside of it.

The two just ignored her, even though she was taller and wider then them, but they were stronger. "Almost there," Said Ciara, her voice sounded so energetic and she even seems like it. Unlike her twin, her twin was more of cold. She did not really speak or talk.

"I just thought of something Kashia."

"What?"

"What if this is the wrong Christina."

"It's the right one; I mean Alice gave us a description of her and everything. Besides if we're wrong then that rabbit will be in trouble." The way Kashia said 'that rabbit' was filled with disgust.

It took them at least ten minutes 'till they stop. Once Christina looked around, she saw they were surrounded by hedges of different shapes. Downwards was a huge hole where a path of grass should be. It was somewhat big and the inside of it was dark. "W-what is this?"

Ciara answered her. "Wonderland." The way she answered was as if the answer was plain as day.

Kashia let go of her and she looked down at the hole. "It's fun to go down, Alice told us that." She said with the same smile as before. Then she looked at Christina and said to her in a cheerful tone. "Now jumped down the hole."

"Wait what? Jump? In that hole?" Christina scoffed as she yanked her arm from Ciara; she rubbed it and began to walk backwards. "Yeah right, like I—"Before she could answer Ciara got behind her and pushed her forward. She stumbled closer to the hole, but she did not fall in. Until Kashia came and pushed her again and she fell, screaming bloody murder while going down a dark and scary hole.

Author Note;; Do you guys like it? Before anyone asks, this is like the second part to Alice in Wonderland. Please give me a review and keep reading 'till the end. ~Kashia.