The successful businesswomen sipped her tea silently as she sat on the balcony. Her pale summer dress had embroidered pearls along the bottom, where it spread out widely. Of course, to others, this girl looks like a normal, teenage girl enjoying the fresh air. In reality, she owned a huge trading industry.
The girl placed her cup on the small table beside her and she stands up, ready to go back inside.
"Alice! The banquet is in an hour! You must be ready!" called the girl's mother.
"Coming, mother," Alice answered, taking her cup to bring inside.
Alice sighed sadly and stared into the distance. It had been over a year since she had slain the Jabber-Wacky and she was waiting for a sign. Maybe a rabbit in a red coat would show up or two twin brothers would waddle up to her and grab her hands. But none of that happened.
Alice walked out of her room, her blonde hair tight in bun, pearls woven into it. The red dress was tight at the top and the bottom flowed out, ending in blue lace. Alice wore black boots, buckled with brass buckles. She may hate the outfit, but when dealing with a bunch of rich men that have the chance to sponsor your new program, you would do anything to impress them.
As her mom dressed in her fancy dress, Alice walked out into the garden. Alice slipped out of her boots and stockings and sighing as her feet touched the cool grass and moist dirt. The sun beat down on her back and she closed her eyes contently.
A twig crackled as a small "Darn!" was uttered. Alice's eyes popped open as a small flash of white ran through the trees. Not doubting her vision, Alice quickly slipped into her boots and followed the streak. She raced after her supposed rabbit and as she catches up with it, she realizes it is her rabbit. In her joy, she hadn't noticed the slight differences this rabbit had. Alice poured on speed as she ran.
"I'm late, I'm late!" the rabbit frantically yelled as he checked his pocket watch mid-jump.
"Wait for me! It's Alice!" she begged as her heart pounded in her chest.
The rabbit ignored me, for rabbits aren't exactly the kindest of creatures, no matter how fluffy their white tails are.
It seemed Alice had ran through the entire forest by the time she lost sight of the rabbit. Since she had went though this experience twice, she knew a rabbit hole should be around here. She dropped on her knees and used her hands to search for loose dirt. After a few minutes of searching, Alice triumphantly scoops out the dirt covering the rabbit hole. To make sure this was the right one, she poked her head through it. Not seeing anything but the dark, Alice decided this was truly her rabbit hole and she was finally going back to Wonderland.
Hastily, she hops in. It may be her third time going down this seemingly endless hole, but no one will ever be comfortable falling down a bottomless pit.
Alice's dress flails wildly around her. She waits for the furniture to start falling around her, but it never happens. That's not possible. No rabbit hole goes on this long, yet where is the furniture? Wondered Alice as she continued her decent. The red dress caught at the walls, tearing. Alice uses her hands to keep the dress down, but the speed they were travelling made the dress stubborn.
Suddenly, something did fall. Alice narrowly dodged the falling object, but was unable to see what it was. It cast a faint light as it fell. A small pipe like thing fell next to Alice. She reached out, to graze the rubbery surface of the pipe and the steel wall. Steel wall? Is Wonderland renovating? The pipe-like object went faster, clanking against the wall. As she continued down into darkness, and stared dumbstruck at the walls, another big object fell from the side of the dirt wall above. Clank! The object made contact with the poor girl's head.
Working on my other ones (if anyone cares). I've had recent obsession with Star Trek ( the newer ones, not to say the older ones aren't good, I just haven't seen them yet), so I'm an official Trekky! Because it's not nerdy enough to read and write in your spare time, publish your work on a website, you have to be obsessed with Star Trek as well! Flooded with homework so... read on and virtual cookies.