Hey everybody! I'm new on FF, and this is my first story ever! I own nothing at all, all Alice in Wonderland belongs to Tim Burton and Disney. I only own the OCs in this story. I hope it's good, it's my first time at writing.
"Alise."
"What?"
"There he is."
"Where?"
"Over by Mrs. Smith. I think he's buying blueberries."
Okay. Maybe I was being a little creepy. I was in the market in London, England, with my best friend Mia. We were watching a boy behind some rice sacks. Now, not just any boy. Meritt Freeman. He has long, straight blonde hair, and the bluest eyes. His smile is wonderful, and he's impossibly strong. I had more than a simple crush on him. But he's, well, lower class. And Mother wouldn't like it if she knew. Me, being Alise Wistal, descended from Charles Kingsley, the founder of the Kingsley Trade Company, shouldn't be associating with a blacksmith's apprentice. Meritt doesn't exactly make as much money as we do, or live in a fancy-pants mansion.
"Should I go talk to him?" I asked Mia.
"Yes....no."
"Why?"
"Because your sister's right over there."
I ducked. My older sister, Sophia, was very strict and would go running home to our mansion if she saw me with Meritt. She's such a gossip, like everyone else. But I had to admit, Sophia's much prettier than I am. She has long, light brown hair with green eyes. She is tall and lean, wearing a emerald dress. Me? I have blondish-brownish hair that's short, and apparently "inappropriate" for girls my age. I'm wearing a dirty blue dress, no stockings, no corset, and I've laced up my shoes tightly. I'm not wearing any heels like Sophia. How are you supposed to run in those things? Or, say, somebody grabbed that basket you're holding. Heels are not good for kicking somebody in the shins. Meritt paid for the blueberries, and left the market. So did Sophia.
"Okay, I'm leaving," I told Mia. "I've gotta get home before Sophia, else Mother's going to have a fit."
"Alright, Miss Wistal, I expect to be seeing you tomorrow at three o' clock sharp," Mia said succinctly.
"Yes, ma'am," I said mockingly. I curtsied quite badly, then ran home.
Well, Mother didn't have a bad of a fit as I thought she would. By the way, my mother's named Alice, too. Except with a c instead of a s. She married Tarrant Wistal, who she said reminded her of an old friend. Getting back on subject, I got home about three minutes after Sophia, and forgot to buy strawberries. They weren't urgent, but Mother did send me up to bed without dessert that night.
I lay in my king-sized bed in a silk nightgown and woolen sheets. I was really warm, in a large bedroom. I never really liked all my expensive stuff. I liked stories and daydreaming, and always wondered "what if...." but Sophia never liked imagining possibilities. She was pessimistic, by only thinking realistic. I sighed. Everyone said she was perfect. She would have no trouble finding a husband. I, on the other hand, would have lots of problems, because of my stubborn, free nature. But I always thought on how everybody said my mother wouldn't find anyone crazy enough to marry her, but then came Tarrant. I loved my father. He loves all my imaginings.
My door opened a crack, and in walked my mother. She sat on the edge of my bed.
"Would you like to hear a story?" she asked. I nodded. I hadn't heard a single story ever since I was seven, but Mother's always sparked my thoughts into thinking wildly.
"Okay. Once upon a time, there was a young girl. She loved to explore the woods by her home. One day, she fell down a hole. A rabbit hole. When she got to the bottom, she saw all kinds of wondrous creatures. A blue caterpillar, who was wise, but arrogant. A dodo bird, wearing glasses. A white rabbit, in a waistcoat, with a pocket-watch. This land, called Underland, was beyond the girl's imagination. Rocking horseflies and talking animals and even a grinning cat. Her best friend was a hatter. A mad hatter. She loved to have tea with him. One day he asked, 'Will you stay here?' and she answered, 'I have to go home, but I'll be back, and I'll never forget you.' And she returned home, but never forgot about Underland."
I smiled. I had a feeling there was more to the story, but Mother kissed my forehead and left the room. I fell asleep soundly, not knowing that tomorrow, Mother's story would come to life.