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Book 1: The Rabbit Hole
Kirra H.
I: Down the Rabbit Hole
The school bell had rung just shy of ten minutes ago, and one girl still sat in class, head down, scribbling nonsense on a paper, Her teacher watching her carefully.
I will not be forwardly imaginative in class she wrote 50 times over. "Which makes absolutely no sense, considering this is CREATIVE WRITING. Where's the Creativity in writing a fictional story about a true event? Last I checked, that's what historical fiction was for." she thought angrily, slamming the pencil down once her task was complete. The teacher frowned and nodded in approval.
"Fine, you may go now, Sakura, but from here on out, I want your 'creativity' locked in a metal box in my class. I'll not have any papers that sound as though they were written while on drugs. They'll never get anywhere." she rambled, watching the girl stumble out and slam the door behind her. Once outside, she began her everyday trek home, making to cross at the intersection like usual. Only today, she found a familiar, yet completely strange face staring at her from across the street. The man had been stalking her for the past two days and today, she would find out why. He wore very strange clothes; A green top hat with a bright orange ribbon tied around it, A white dress shirt, accompanied by a green waistcoat and black trousers. From the pocket of his waistcoat, and sitting in his gloved hand, was a small gold pocket watch.
"Hey!!" She called, running after him, causing the grin on his face to disintegrate and him to break of into a brisk sprint. She sped after him, running and screaming wildly down streets she wasn't sure she knew well, until she finally came to slow halt about fifteen minutes later in front of a large hole near the hillside. The man smiled, and before she could even ask for an explanation, he fell backwards into the hole behind them, not even making so much as a whimper. Sakura stood, completely confused, for only a moment, before unconsciously leaping in after him. No thought in her head about what she was about to fall in to.
It seemed as though she had been sailing through the darkness for hours before a faint blob of light began to stick out oddly in front of her. Something out of place, seeing as any light source should be coming from below her...not in front of her. However, in one fell swoop, she turned sideways and the light grew and grew until it surrounded her and she fell with a resounding thud on what felt like marble floors. Quickly standing up and steadying herself on a wall, she opened her eyes slowly and began to look around.
Her surroundings were about as odd as the clothes of her stalker. White and Black checked marble floors lined the room-which was near ballroom sized- and the walls were lined with white and crimson red stripes, a metallic black color painted onto the crown moldings. The decor was simple, a small coffee table supporting an even smaller ornate box, boasting an elaborate treat display sign. There was a large out of place blue bureau with glass paneling, small animal figures sitting inside, and next to the piece was a large brown leather chair, a matching ottoman at its feet. To the right was a window, its glass pained to look like scenery, and to the left, a winding hallway with portraits of unusual looking people with eccentric and gaudy clothes. Sakura frowned at a few of them, but then began to ignore as she made her way to the end of the hallway, where a large French door sat in wait, one of its doors opened slightly.
Pulling open the door fully, Sakura slid into another equally large room, ornately furnished and oddly decorated, green and yellow stripes ran vertically throughout the rooms walls whereas the floor was a sky blue.
"Whoever designed this place must have been color blind..." Sakura thought, rolling her eyes and moving forward, her heels clicking on the floor as she went. There were four doors, each a different shade of green, and three blocked off by wood panels, old and torn furniture, and a large and frightening sculpture of a pink and purple cat. The fourth, however, and notably the smallest, was unblocked, and, like its predecessor, hanging open just slightly, a strange dark mist creeping from its wound. Shuffling towards it apprehensively, Sakura soon came to find that the door was no taller than her knees, but just wide enough for a slim-figured person to crawl through. Sliding onto her knees, she proceeded forward, stopping for a minute to work the door-which was surprisingly heavy- open, the oppressing darkness smothering her completely.
The darkness clearing on the other end brought into perspective a large forest, its trees various colors and shades, and the small paths carved inside painted red. Sakura stood up and brushed her pants off where a red dust covered them, and begin to scan the area for anything familiar. After finding nothing at all, she began to move from the safety of the exit-which, instead of a door, was a hole in a tree- and picked up on a path to the right, where faded shoe prints scattered the ground. Before long however, that path broke off into several, all of which littered with footprints. Looking back, she found that her prints were near identical in shape and size, some overlapping her trail, and realized attempting to figure out the right path would be futile. Frowning angrily, she slid off the path into a small clearing where a single log sat, a small shaft of light shining on it from somewhere in the presumable afternoon sky. But what with the thick tree covering, she only got a glimpse of blue every so often.
Sitting down on the log, she drew her knees up to her chin and began rocking back and forth, a small crunching sound coming from the grass below. Listening for any sign of her stalker, (figuring if he was out to rape her, he would be sneaking up on her any minute now) she perked up when footsteps were heard coming from a forest path. Watching the three in view anxiously, hoping whoever it was could help, she hardly had time to notice that the log under her began to heave back and forth heavily. A cold fear dripped down her back when she saw the footprints that preceded the stepping noise, and no one was around to make the footprints, which were now traveling down an opposite path at fast pace. Standing up quickly and backing against the nearest tree, she watched as a small girl emerged from the very log she sat on moments ago, followed by what must have been her identical twin. The two stood up and shook dust off their backs like a dog would water, and grasped each others hands.
"Hello!" they called in unison, beckoning Sakura over to them.
"Um...Hi. Do either of you know how to get out of here?" she asked, folding her hands in front of her stomach. They shrugged and pointed to the red path a few feet from them.
"There's a path. And one over there, and one over there...but that's about it." They said together, counting off areas on their free hands. Sakura raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
"Look, I'm really not in the mood to play games, so could one of you-"
"-Oh, I love games, don't you?" They asked , tilting their heads to the side, much like a mirror copying a reflection.
"ah..ha...ok, its cute that you two act like twins and all, but I really need to-"
"-You two? Twins?? Who are you talking to!? My names Rika...and yours?" The two stated, every word in synch with the others.
"Um...Sakura, what on earth are you talking about??" she questioned, completely confused by their methods of conversation.
"Sakura, that's a nice name." they said together. "My name is Rika, like I said. There's only two of me. One if you concentrate real hard, four if you cross your eyes, but I like two just fine, thanks." they echoed, smiling childishly.
"Um...okay. Rika, then. Can you tell me what path I should take to get out of the forest? I'm lost." she said sadly. The two Rikas smiled and nodded.
"Sure, but you're not lost! I found you, I think...unless you found me. Did you find me? I can't remember!" They said, scratching their heads with the free hand.
"Anyways. If you want to get out of the forest, keep walking! It doesn't matter where, just walk! You wont be lost soon enough. I have to go. My brothers need me to help with dinner." she stated sternly.
"You sure you don't mean brother?" Sakura called as the two began to walk away. They turned around and shook their heads.
"No. Brothers. I have eight of them after all. Bye now!!" they called. Sakura watched as the two merged into one and disappeared into the forest in front of her. She stared for a minute or so more before turning and stepping back onto the path, which was now a navy blue color.
"Hmm. Must be getting dark. Dad will be worried about me..." she said, looking back towards the door she came from, frowning when she saw that in place of the large tree were thick shrubs and a bramble patch. She sighed loudly and wiped her eyes.
"I guess home isn't an option right now. Oh well. Best to keep moving. Who knows what kind of animals come out at night." she said to herself before choosing the path to the right and making her way down it. As she walked on, Night fell and settled down on the earth. And somewhere, a bloodcurdling howl echoed in the distance.
OKAY! That's the first chapter. Tell me what you think, okay? Because I've never done anything like this before and I don't know exactly how well it will be received. I really am going out on a limb here and stretching the classic story. Though you may find some familiar aspects.
Its funny because right when I got this chapter done, I learned that we have to do a thesis paper on a British author for my British Literature class. I immediately chose Lewis Carroll. Hands down, no second guessing. I'm strangely looking forward to this too. Anywho, I'm ranting. Leave me a review and tell me honestly what you thought, critique is welcome. Flames, not so much, but oh well.
Until Next Time!
Ja!
Kirra