Do Not Read if you are not a fan of Alice In Wonderland (2010 version).
Nothing is mine. I own only the plot and Scrub. I am not making any money from this and I never will. I only do this for fun.
Sarah lounged across the sofa in her home, reading through the songs listed on her Ipod and searching for her favorite ones. Meanwhile, her best friend/room mate Martha 'Scrub' Jones was working her tiny behind off going through the clutter accumulated in the closet. She was casting about cardboard boxes and pieces of worthless junk in every direction in her quest through the claustrophobia-inducing space. She sighed heavily and got up off her knees, dusting off her hands onto her Jeggings. "Sarah, how in the world am I supposed to get some work done with you just laying there?" Sarah, who hadn't heard a word through the earbuds, just nodded and went back to her music. Scrub rolled her eyes and walked up to her friend. She yanked out the left earbud and said in a loud voice. "Help me out here, you lazy, fludging, teenage menace!"
Sarah grinned at her. "Hey, I graduated from my teens last Tuesday!"
"I've still got the right to call you a teenager until its been at least three weeks after your 19th birthday. Check it out, its in the rulebooks." She remarked and hauled Sarah to her feet. She dragged her to the closet and handed her a box that was on the floor. "Go through that one, it has some of your stuff in it, I think."
The tape on the top of the cardboard was slighly yellowed from the years, and the sides of the box were slightly ragged from being banged around. Sarah took the tiny pocket knife from the coffee table and started to work on opening it. After a few seconds, it yielded to her efforts and she lifted up the flaps.
The stuffed fox, the statuette, the dwarf, and finally, the little red book with the gold lettering. The memories rushed back and overwhelmed her like a wave.
"You have no power over me!"
Scrub sneezed several times because of the amount of dust she'd inhaled. She rubbed her nose and withdrew from the bowels of the closet. "Man, its like really dusty in there." She noticed Sarah staring down the box with a lost look upon her face. "Penny for your thoughts?" Still no response, so she knelt beside her and shook her shoulder a bit. "Sarah? Yoohoo!"
Shook from her reverie, Sarah stood and grabbed the box. "Um, I'm going to go put this in my room for later, 'kay?" Scrub nodded slowly, her bud's odd behavior causing her to be somewhat concerned. Sarah had been known to suffer from extream homesickness, so bad it was almost a depression. Over the years, it had gotten better, or so it seemed. She really hoped that wasn't it. She'd seen Sarah like that once and it wasn't pretty. Plus, after so many years of being friends, they'd become so close that whenever either of them was upset, the other one knew almost immediatly.
The door to Sarah's room shut hard. She did that when she was aggitated. Something in that box had upset her and it worried Scrub to hear this confirmation of her friend's distress.
She made to get up and tripped and fell face-first into a pile of old fabric samples from the days when she'd wanted to a fashion designer. "Dern, fludging, klutzy, uncoridinated..." She picked herself up and went upstairs. The door to Sarah's room was first on the left, right next to the library. She smiled, that was what had brought them together in the first place. They shared a great love of books and had met at the local bookshop. They'd hit it off right away and, over the last three years, had become more like sisters than anything.
She grabbed ahold of the knob and twisted. It wouldn't budge. Sarah had locked her door! She never did that. It was such an out of character move that it nearly shocked her out of her socks. She tried the door again. "Sarah?" No answer came from within, so she turned from the door in defeat and went back downstairs to return to her work.