I do not own Alice In Wonderland, but I do own the character of Morgan Merritt! Please comment and I'll keep writing!
Morgan Merritt never intended to fall down the rabbit hole. She had always wished she could, but never fathomed it could happen. Morgan received a great shock when she happened upon it. Morgan not only believed in the supernatural or abnormal, she lived it. But we won't start with the fall. Let's begin sometime before she glanced at the white rabbit out of the corner of her eye.
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Morgan hated the sticky heat of a Georgia afternoon. Beads of perspiration begin to form under her bright pink hair. Yes, bright pink hair. Morgan was an individual and she loved to show it. That explained her black tutu, skinny jeans, and combat boots that she was wearing with a white, collared, buttoned down shirt and a black tie. She also had a miniature black bowler hat adorned with bright pink feathers and shreds of black gauze that shot out in all directions, perched at a strange angle on the side of her head. Anyway, Morgan was dying in the heat. Even in the shade of her suburban home she couldn't escape it. And all the terrible mosquitoes constantly buzzing, it was enough to drive her mad! She was lying outside of her home, headphones in, trying in vain to fan herself. She would have gone inside, but although she hated to admit it, her house freaked her out when she was home alone. Her mother, father, and two brothers were gone on a day trip to Atlanta. She had declined the invitation, wanting to stay home, although now she didn't even remember why.
She lay back on the grass staring up at the sky. She watched as the clouds changed into strange shapes. Every now and then, a quick cool and refreshing breeze would tease her, lasting only long enough for her to begin to enjoy it. She sighed, and texted for a few minutes but she slowly drifted back to watching the clouds. If it hadn't so stifling hot, she could've taken a nice nap under the only tree in her yard.
She glanced over at her empty house. It was strange how a house could be so creepy even in broad daylight, that's why she hated it so much. Morgan began to absentmindedly play with the feathers on her little hat.
"The Mad Hatter needs a new hat," she said to herself.
Her friends liked to call her the mad hatter because of her amazing style and hair color. Oh her friends… Just thinking about them made her homesick. It wasn't like she had moved or anything, but it was summer and she hadn't seen any of them for a while. She wasn't even going to see some of them because of the evil monster known as high school, which seeks to separate them. Oh how she missed them…
She began to lazily look around her yard at different things. Tulips, hedges, violets…As she looked to her left, Morgan noticed a single white rose peeking over the tall wooden fence that separated her yard and her neighbors. She walked over to admire at its perfect natural beauty. She twisted the stem and it snapped off the branch. It was perfect, with one leaf and not too many thorns. However, it was white. Mrs. Hollis, her short tempered neighbor, had specifically told the gardeners to plant RED roses.
"Boy, is she gonna be pissed…" Morgan thought.
As vulgar as it sounds, that is the exact word to describe how Mrs. Hollis would react when she saw the white roses. Her neighbor often flew into child-like temper tantrums, which was probably the cause for the divorce Morgan had heard Mr. Hollis talking about.
"She could always paint the roses red," Morgan said to herself.
She giggled at the thought of that. How silly, painting the roses red! Yet, it seemed like a natural solution to her.
"It must be the heat getting to me," she thought to herself.
She got up of the ground and walked over to her porch. She picked up an empty vase off the porch table and took it to the side of the house. Then, she turned on the spigot and let the cool water fill up the vase. Morgan splashed some on her face, to cool it off. As she turned the water off and placed the perfect rose in the vase, one of its extremely sharp thorns embedded itself in her finger.
"OUCH!" Morgan yelped as she tried to pull it out.
A few drops of blood dripped off of her finger onto the rose, staining it red. She stuck her finger in her mouth to suck on the wound as she walked back to the porch. She set the vase down on the patio table and stared at it. Angry because she ruined it, she dejectedly sat on the stoop. She turned her Ipod all the way up and stared blankly at the street. Suddenly, a white rabbit hurried through Morgan's yard. Morgan's finger made a sucking noise as it fell out of her mouth. She had never seen such a large rabbit! It had to be at least the size of a small child. And it was wearing clothes! A blue waistcoat and a gold pocket watch, to be exact.
"This is the most well dressed rabbit I've ever seen!" Morgan thought in disbelief.
He held up the ticking watch to Morgan and tapped it before he dashed away. She stuffed her Ipod in her skinny jeans and dashed away after the rabbit.
"MISTER RABBIT! WAIT!" she yelled.
Morgan chased him from her yard out into the street. Faster she ran past house after house. She stopped and gasped for air outside a house where two elderly men were playing chess on the porch.
"My, my! Where are you off to in such a hurry?" one of the men asked.
"I'm chasing… a white… rabbit!" she wheezed.
Both of the men looked at her curiously.
"Did you see him come by here?" she asked them.
"No," said the second man.
She paused a moment to fan herself with her black lace hand warmer and then dashed away. As she jogged away she heard the other man shout.
"Aha! My red queen just captured your white queen!"
She wondered further down the street towards the cul-de-sac. She passed the house of an elderly woman named Mrs. James. Mrs. James was sitting on her porch, sipping from a bright pink tea cup from a mismatched tea set. Her obnoxious grandchildren, the Douley Twins were in the yard arguing over a toy.
"Would you like some tea, dear?" Mrs. James called to Morgan.
"No thank you! I'm following a white rabbit, have you seen him?" asked Morgan.
"No, I'm afraid I haven't. But I'm waiting for Mr. Donald Trump to come by and pick me up in his limo. Would you like to ride with me?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't the time!" Morgan huffed.
Mrs. James said nothing, she just sat there, fanning herself, and smiled. Mrs. James was a bit mad, so Morgan decided to go to the next house. At the next house, on the porch, a man smoking a cigar flashed her a seductive grin, the widest she'd ever seen. His wide round eyes and nose made him appear oddly cat like in his blue-gray suit.
"He must be the lover of Mrs. Wentsworth," she thought.
And from what Morgan had heard, he disappears as quickly as he arrives.
"He went that away," said the man, pointing to the forest beyond the cul-de-sac.
"Really! He did?" asked Morgan with excitement.
"Who did?" the man asked.
"The white rabbit!" said Morgan
"What rabbit?" the man asked.
"Ugh!" Morgan growled.
She turned back to the porch but to her surprise, the man had vanished. Angered, she marched into a gap between two houses and ran up a large sloping hill, to the woods that surrounded her neighborhood. She quickened her pace to a sprint.
-000-
Up on the hill at the edge of the woods Morgan looked down at the large subdivision in which she lived in. She turned her back to Ivy Park one last time before entering the dark wood. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of white and heard the ticking of a clock. She followed it to the base of an incredibly large tree. At the base, rimmed by the tree's large roots, she found herself standing at the edge of a big black hole, almost five feet in diameter.
"I've never seen a rabbit hole this big! Why, a person could fit down this one!"
She was suddenly reminded of the new Alice In Wonderland movie and how this looked exactly like the Tim Burton version of a rabbit hole. Peering down in the endless darkness, she considered jumping. Morgan had always dreamt of going to Wonderland, but now she was questioning if she really wanted to or not. She never got the chance to decide. Her hand, sweaty from the heat, slipped of the base of the tree and sent her tumbling down the hole and into the black void below.