(Disclaimer: You all know it, I don't own Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass. I merely own this plot based on those books.)
Many have heard of the clichēd story of Alice in her land of wonders. The most-told one of the white rabbit, her kitten Dinah, mad Cheshire Cat, and the beautiful garden that was impossible to get to. Surely you know this story by heart now-- Alice meets countless amounts of insane people in Wonderland, along with a few difficulties, but in the end, she gets to the precious garden, which isn't as fantastic as it had seemed. But what if Lewis Carroll had gotten things wrong in his famous book? What if Alice did not, in fact, go down the rabbit hole on a whim, but on the escape from a broken heart? And what if, instead of becoming the Queen, she became Wonderland's very own Sleeping Beauty...only to never awaken.

First off, Alice was not a little child, as the book had depicted her, but a near-18 young woman. And she did not wear sunny yellow gowns or sky blue dresses either, but deep twilight-colored gowns that bared a scandalous inch of her ankles. Yet one thing that Lewis Carroll had gotten entirely correct was that Alice was a terribly strange girl. The other girls at her private school in Manchester looked down their pointed noses in disdain at the ink she painted carefully on her fingernails (theirs so carefully filed to points-- even better to claw down one another in the social hierarchy that existed even then) and onto her eyelids. Her mother and father complained loudly each time she stepped before them in the drawing room of it but Alice couldn't care less and continued to do so. She would rather suffer for her individuality than be adored for her lies.

She was seated at a local theater, legs draped over the armrest and leaning her back on the other. She watched with an unimpressed stare as the actors and actresses on stage spoke Shakespearean lines. Of love.

Alice scoffed softly to herself. "Love is for fools who have nothing better to do."

"Is that so?" an amused voice drawled from behind her.

She started, then composed herself and looked to her right, over her black-lace-clad shoulder. A boy with surprisingly dark gray eyes looked back at her, with an expectant smirk on his face. Deep black hair—that Alice envied very much—hung partially in front of one of them.

"Yes," Alice answered, giving him a solemn look which was completely ruined by a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth. "It is so."

The boy caught this giveaway and grinned at her. "Would you like to go to dinner with me?"

Alice shrugged, trying to hide the butterflies flitting about in her stomach and the fact that her heart was about to fly out of her chest if it's beating didn't slow. "If you'd like."

(Sorry there's only a bit written but I lost the file that I had this entire story written in:( So I'll be rewriting this all and adding some soon. Please R&R! Thanks!)