I know, I know, I have another story that I should be working on, but this isn't for me! Entirely...

It's for my cousin, Mësha. She's made several appearances in the intros of 'Free Runners', and now she is obsessed with Heart no Kuni no Alice. But, for all you people who speak English, it's 'Alice in the Country of Hearts'.

Mësha got a HNKNA manga recently, and she's a not so big fan of Alice. I honestly think she's just jealous that everyone fell for her.

So, I'm proving a point in a way! I know, for a fact, that Mësha would be a terrible Alice. While Alice stands up for herself and holds life as a high priority, Mësha is a slight pushover who is easily manipulated by kind words.

So, enjoy the story of the pushover, who will probably find a spine on the way. Just maybe.

~Chapter One: Meet Mësha, 'Baka'~

3 o'clock.

Or, more specifically, 2:57 pm. At least, that's what the clock reads as I glance away from the science worksheet we were assigned. With a sigh, I turn the page over the complete the other side.

It's such a bore, science.

Everything has to be explained, down to the very last electron for the science community to even consider something correct. I never have to think about the validity of a statement until I get to science.

"When you're done with the worksheet, just turn it in to the back, and then you can stack up your chairs." Mr. Champion's announcement had torn my hate filled gaze away from the paper; his voice indicating was just as bored as the rest of us.

Dismissing the thought, I slid my chair back and dropped the assignment into the labeled basket at the back of the classroom. It was only when I headed back to my seat that everyone else had finished and they too then turned in the paper.

I managed to also avoid the hassle of everyone stacking their chairs at once, and now I stood, watching the screen projecting a new video. This video was showing another amazing and professional bicyclist.

Why does it always seem that these videos are trying to make me feel...lame?

I know I'm unique, but seeing that there are people out there who are so amazingly good at what they do, it makes me feel so bland.

Flipping, spinning, and otherwise just being awesome, the bicyclist continued his stunts oblivious to my sorrow.

Not that it really counts as sorrow, it's not like anything died.

'It'd be fun, if maybe sometime...I could be admired.'

The moment the thought had popped into my head, it was banished. 'That was the most Mary-Sue and selfish comment you have ever made, self. Apologize to my dignity. She's over there with my emo thoughts.'

Sighing, I failed at cheering myself up. Honestly, how do all those anime girls cheer themselves up with such simple little phrases, like, 'Don't give up!' and 'It'll be better tomorrow!'?

The clock ticks away, leaving only a minute till I leave the school. Yet, every second passes so slowly.

56, 57, 58, 59, 60!

3:11 pm had to be my favorite time ever. I got out of school, I got to go home. 3 o'clock is, in every way, the time I love the most.

Leaving the school grounds in a record breaking minute, I caught up to my sister, a senior at our school.

"Gabby!" I called out, my legs stretching into a quick sprint. "Gabby!"

Gabby, my older sister, turned to face me with her amber eyes, which crinkled with a smile to greet me.

"Mësha, what's up?" Pulling out her keys and pressing the 'unlock' button, she opened the door to the car. "You can take the front seat; Allison is getting a ride from RJ."

"Cool, thanks!" I cheered silently to myself as I slid into the passenger side. "Not much happened today, but Daniel got detention for talking to Leanne across the classroom in Geometry. And Mrs. Newman put 3 kids to sleep again."

Exiting the parking lot, we fell into a comfortable silence after Gabby had turned on the radio, the lull of 'I Cry' in the background.

~13 minutes later...~

"We got home early," I mumbled to myself as I walked into the house and tossed my bag onto my bed. I turn back to Gabby, who had just crouched down to look through her bag, for her phone probably. "I'm going on the trampoline."

Pulling out her phone and giving a distracted nod, she replied, "Okay, I'm going to go hang out with Jamie, after I drop off Dakota at Ju-Jitsu."

"Bye," I gave her a small, unnoticeable good-bye as I left the room and headed outside. Passing by several unfinished cereal bowls, I grimace at Dakota's sloppiness.

Dodging our dog on the way, I climbed onto the trampoline and lay there, staring up into the sky, where clouds took any form you wished it to.

Lying there I saw a rabbit- no, not a real one. A cloud that looked alot like a rabbit floated directly above me, and I thought over how much time I had till my mom came home.

"I'm guessing it's about 4, so maybe I have an hour or so?" I mumbled to myself as I shut my eyes and let the wind trail over my face, soothing my thoughts to dull voices.

...

"Mësha? Mësha is that you?" A small, childish voice broke my serene moment, and I opened my eyes to stare back up to see that the bunny cloud had long since left. "Oh my, it is you!"

Okay, who says 'oh my' anymore? A childish voice could possibly be Dakota, the lil' brat.

I turn over on my to face the entrance of the trampoline, hoping that Dakota wasn't asking to join me on the trampoline. He'd bounce around and I wouldn't be able to be a lazy.

Blinking away the sleepiness, I glanced over to see...a furry little bunny standing on its hind legs and wearing a small red plaid overcoat.

"Okay, unless you caught some kind of bunny disease, you aren't my little brother Dakota, are you?" I asked with sleep laced in my voice. I slowly crawled over to the small bunny, and very carefully placed him on my lap.

Seeing that our dog was nowhere to be seen, I was left to wonder where the bunny came from.

I looked down to the bunny on my lap, "Where did you come from Fluffy? No, I'll name you Peter. After Peter Cottontail, I think he was an Easter Bunny." Hesitantly, fearing Peter would bite, I began to pet his fluffy fur. Peter wasn't complaining, so I continued to do so.

I stroked his ears too, which I think he leaned into, and I swear he was smiling.

"So, do you know where you came from Peter? I should find your owner...hopefully mom won't freak out when she sees you." I talked to no one, but Peter still seemed to cooperate.

Until I slid off the trampoline and made my way to the sliding glass door that led to my house.

Just halfway there he leapt out of my arms, and ran back to the direction of the trampoline.

"Peter! Peter Cottontail!" I huffed as I ran back, and watched as he darted under the trampoline. "Don't ignore me! ...please?"

Getting down on my hands and knees, I peered under the trampoline to see that Peter had decided to wait under for me.

"C'mere Peter, I need to make sure your owner gets you back," I whined as I started army crawling towards him. "C'mon, just meet me halfway on this!"

Peter tilted his head and his eyes looked off to the side, as if he was contemplating whether or not to come to me.

I lunged forward and held Peter tight to my chest, panicking when he began to squirm.

"I'm sorry!" I immediately lifted myself off of the bunny and planted my arms on both sides of Peter, so as to prevent him from escaping again.

Peter managed to roll onto his back, and he looked up at me with wide eyes, which started to freak me out. Damn, are all animal eyes scary?

Then, a sudden flash blinded me, taking all sight away for a brief moment. Clenching my eyes shut, I grabbed for Peter Cottontail, only to feel what I assumed to be his jacket.

"P-Peter?" I whimpered as I was suddenly hugged from the front. "What's going on?!"

"Just hold on!" A deeper, more masculine voice pleaded urgently, the arms encircling me had tightened their hold.

And then the feeling of falling, my hair flying behind me, and my stomach filling with butterflies was acquainted with me. It was actually alot like going down on an elevator, just horizontal and with no bottom.

I desperately clung to what I believed was a human and I think they clung back in their height of panic. But, I don't remember anything other than falling and screaming like a firecracker.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screeched as I felt tears flying off my face, the speed had begun to sting my face.

I tucked my head to the chest of the stranger, and I felt insanity crawl into my head, for I swear I could hear the sound of a clock, going, 'tick-tock...tick-tock'.

'I'm going to die' was a mantra in my head, and I started to fear the landing more than falling. If I land now, I will splat everywhere; blood, guts, and all that gore all over the floor.

"We're almost there, my dear." The voice, the manlier one, seemed to try to comfort me, and I felt a hand stroke my back. Would have been alot creepier if I wasn't about to die.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt as if I was folding in on myself, into itty-bitty pieces, until I felt nothing.

...

My eyes bolted open and I jerked up to a sitting position.

Around me, it seemed I was in a tower, with oddly shaped windows, or maybe just a large porch.

"Where am I?" I voiced my thoughts as I looked up into the red and purple sky. "Is the sun setting?"

"You're in Wonderland."

Again, the more masculine voice spoke from behind me.

Turning, I saw a man who looked as if he was...cosplaying...as Peter the rabbit, the one I found in my backyard.

Taking a deep breath, and thinking over what this Peter cosplayer had just said, I asked him, "Wonderland? Like, 'Alice in Wonderland'?"

"Yes, we're in Wonderland." His eyebrows furrowed, but got over his confusion as he offered his hand to me. I took his hand, and he pulled me up gracefully, with an almost flourish. "Welcome to Wonderland, Mësha."

Did you enjoy it? Because I wrote this in a bit of a rush, so if you didn't like anything, just leave a helpful review!

Have any of you read any other good OC HNKNA stories? Because I need to find some for Mësha before she bites off my head...

Well, remember to review if you want more~!