Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving Alice in Wonderland; I am simply twisting the story to present one of my own.

Welcome to my fractured fairytale: Alice in Wonderland. If you are expecting the typical "Alice falling down a rabbit hole" story, don't. Because it's not. It's more than that. You'll see.

I was born with a mark at the base of my neck. People always tell me that it looks like a purple crescent moon. To me, it looks like a smile. My name is Shane Lewis and I just turned eighteen. I'm finally on my own in the world, or rather, worlds.

Chapter 1:

I looked up as purple squares fell from the sky all around me. All of it seemed so surreal... I smiled as I looked at everyone beside me. We made it. We survived.

We graduated!

Our caps came raining back down on us, my friend Nickgetting hit in the face by his. I couldn't help but laugh. We were all giddy from our newfound freedom.

"Not funny, Shane!" he laughed, shoving me playfully into a small group of graduates beside us. One of the girls I ran into looked over her shoulder at me, obviously annoyed. I sighed, and mumbled an apology. The grumpy red-head just glared at me for a moment before her eyes flickered down to where the mark on my neck was. I shifted uncomfortably and quickly readjusted my purple graduation gown to cover the mark. She raised her eyebrows and then rudely whipped her curly head back around to chat with her friends.

Tricia Stanley. This is the last day I will ever have to see her snobby face in my life. Good riddance. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Nick. I have to cover up another laugh with a cough when I see him doing a pretty awful job trying to flirt with a pretty girl from our class. He stood there awkwardly trying to find the right words to say. Oh boy. I walked over to where my friend was standing and casually nudged him in the side.

"Huh?" he turned to look at me, briefly distracted. I looked at the girl and then back at him, "Sorry to interrupt, but someone is looking for us, Nick," I lied. "Here," I said, scribbling on one of the graduation programs, "Here's his number, I'm sure you guys could finish your conversation at another time?" I ask, handing her the program and smiling politely. She took the paper and smiled shyly at Nick before turning around, melting into the throng of people. Then I caught Nick's eye and we both walked off, away from the crowd.

"There's no one looking for us, is there?" he asked dryly when he was sure that no one could hear us. "Nope. Not unless you count my mother," I joked. "Speaking of which, we're going to be late to the party if we wait much longer. Let's go."

As we walked out of the ceremony, Nick looked over at me, "Thanks back there. About Aubrey."
"Oh, is that her name? No problem man, I'm sure you would've done the same for me," I said, running my fingers through my hair. Confetti had coated everything once our principle had finished his final speech, and now everyone had it in their hair. And I didn't particularly like having sparkly specs of purple in my hair.

The crowd outside was massive as we weaved our way to my family. Nick came with me; in a way, was part of the family too. He lived in a foster home with five other siblings. Needless to say, he would rather hang out at my place most of the time. I was an only child, so it was nice to have a friend that hung around a lot.

We finally made our way over to where my mother and father were standing beside the family car. I really looked nothing like my parents. They both had brown hair, hazel eyes, and a rather tan-colored skin tone. Me? I have messy white-blonde hair, grey eyes, and very pale skin.

The two of us piled into the back of the old, blue minivan, my parents getting into the front."You excited for the party tonight, honey?" my mom asked me cheerfully.

"Uh, yeah! I can't wait," I said. "Well, the small sandwich shop downtown is catering the food for the party, so we'll have to stop by to pick it up on the way home. I hope you don't mind, Nick?" she asked in her sweet motherly voice.

"Of course not! Thanks for giving me a ride, Mrs. Lewis!" Nickolas answered. I turned in my seat and pressed my face against the cool, smooth window. The traffic seemed to be moving really slowly. About ten minutes later, we finally escaped from the parking lot and made our way to the little sandwich shop. Nick and I stayed in the car as my parents went in to grab the food.

Not even a minute after they left the car and went inside, I sensed something strange was happening. I was about to voice my unease to Nick when all of a sudden his eyes roll back in his head and he slumps forward. "Nick!" I screamed.

Right then, a dark purple smoke begins to seep into the car, rising slowly up the sides of the car and towards me. There is a sharp click as I hear the car door beside me unlock. My heart begins to race when I see a dark, shadowy figure right beside the door, slowly reaching for the handle. This is not normal! The fog begins to reach out in tendrils towards me as the shadow's hand lands on the door handle. I feel a tingling at the base of my neck, where the crescent mark is. The tendrils of purple smoke get closer, and the slight tingle turns into pulses of electricity. It's starting to hurt. The fog is just inches away with the shadow about to open the door when-

The shop door opened with the ring of a tiny bell strapped above the door. My parents stepped outside, carrying multiple sandwich trays for the party. Just like magic, the shadow and the dark purple fog vanished without so much as a trace. Nick takes a gasping breath and blinks open his eyes. "Are you all right?!" I asked, whipping around to stare at him.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Are you? You look like you've just seen a ghost, man," he said his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Oh, it's nothing. Forget about it. Never mind," I mumbled as my parents got to the car, loading all of the sandwiches in the trunk.

What the heck was that?! I hope I'll never have to find out. Nick doesn't seem to remember passing out... And then when my parents came out of the shop, everything was fine? Something strange is going on, and I have a gut feeling that this was not just some random hallucination.

"Alright! Who's ready to have some fun?! Let's get home and start this party!" my mother cheered. I shakily smiled at her and nodded. But how could I simply forget what I just saw? What I just felt?

I put a hand up to the mark. Was I going mad?

Thank you so much for reading! I can't wait to hear your feedback and continue the story! Can you tell which Alice in Wonderland character he is yet?