Okay, Please tell me if this needs work. I thought it was okay, but not my best work. I was planning on this following the book, but the online book was way to hard to read so I went with the movie. Rebecca has finally started to tell the story and not complain about herself(as much). So, please enjoy!

Chapter 2

The Talking Door

Wow, I thought, how long have I been falling? The drop seemed to on forever.

I was falling in a sitting position (somehow I achieved to flip myself to that position) and was beginning to cramp. Before I had the time to figure out how to flip into a laying position, though, the plunge suddenly got brighter. I could actually see my surroundings. Everything had a reddish-pinkish-orange tint to it (listen, I'm not good at describing colors of things if their not straight-forward colors, okay… I guess I could say it was somewhat psychedelic).

That might've seemed strange (although, I could guess I was fairly close to the earth's mantle and I guess you could say that the mantle would produce such a glow), but it got weirder than that. There were portraits, fireplaces, chairs, whatever all around me. As I dazed at this curious (the accursed word) sight around me, I fell into a rocking chair and began to rock in it. Oddly, it slowed my fall but didn't stop it.

I eventually rocked myself out of the chair and began to fall again. This time, though, I flipped myself upside-down and couldn't flip myself upside-up.

"This. Is. Not. My. Day." I muttered.

I heard a clang and realized I stopped. I was still upside-down.

I looked up to my shoes and realized I wasn't wearing my sneakers. I was wearing black penny loafers!

"WHAT THE-" before I could finish, something soft and white fell on my face. As I struggled to get it out of my face, I fell off whatever was holding me up (judging by the clang, it was a metal rod). I got to my feet and realized I was wearing a blue gown, a white apron, black penny loafers, and white socks. I reached to touch my head to find I was wearing a black headband.

I wanted to yelp but found that I must be dreaming; none of this was possible.

Right?

Right.

Then, why'd it seem so real?

I shook my head and looked at my surroundings. Down one corridor, I saw that white rabbit hopping away.

"Well, might as well follow it. It seems to know where it's going."

I followed, running half the time to keep up. He led me to this door. I opened it to find a smaller one. Confused, I opened it to find a smaller one and had to do that a couple more times. I finally opened a door that I could crawl through to get to the other side of the wall. I did just that.

When I did though, I crawled into a big room without any furniture. At the end of the room were small, red curtains. I picked myself up and went to the curtains. I opened them up and found a tiny door that if I opened, I could only look through.

"Curiouser and curiouser." I murmured, not knowing why I did.

I grabbed the golden doorknob which was on it and turned it.

"OH!" the door said.

"GAH!" I screamed.

"You gave me quite a turn." It said to me.

"S-sorry." I replied, amazed that I was talking to a door. "You see I was following a-"

"Rather good, right, doorknob, turn!" it laughed.

"Sure." I said, not really meaning it.

The door regained its composure and asked: "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I'm looking for a white rabbit, so, um, if you don't mind…" I said, crouching toward it.

"Eh, oh!" it said, opening its keyhole of a mouth so I can see through it.

"There he is!" I said looking through the hole. "I simply must get through-"

"Sorry," it interrupted, "you're much too big. Simply impassible."

"You mean impossible."

"No, impassible, nothing's impossible. Why don't you try the bottle on the table?"

"Table?" I looked to see a table. The room was empty. But, I blinked and a glass table was sitting right in front of me. A bottle sat on top of it. "Wow."

"Read the directions and…" I didn't really listen to the rest of the door's sentence (it wasn't really important and I didn't understand what he said).

I read the little tag on the cork of the itty-bitty bottle. Drink Me.

I thought for a second it might be poison but then thought, Ah, if this is a dream, then it won't hurt me.

I drank it and thought aloud, "Hm. Tastes like cherry pie, cherry tart, custard, pine apple, roast turkey- GOODNESS!" I had shrunk to where the bottle was bigger than me. I couldn't hold the heavy thing, so I just dropped it.

"Hey, I'm just the right size," I said looking at myself. I ran to the door. "Now I can get through."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm locked." He said.

"Oh, no."

"Now, now. You got the key so-"

"What key?"

"Oh, don't tell me you left the key up there!" the door motioned up to the table with his eyes. I looked up to the table and saw that, on its underbelly, was a golden key.

"Oh, dear." I said and ran over to the glass leg of the table to try to climb it. I slid off. I sat down and rested my head in my hands. "Whatever shall I do?"

Why am I talking like this? A voice in the back of my mind inquired. I ignored it for some odd reason.

"Try the box, naturally." The door said and a minuscule box popped up in between my legs.

I opened the box with a flick of my finger and picked up a candy that said: Eat Me.

"Okay, but goodness knows what this will do to me." I bit off the candy and begin to grow… big! I was a giant! My penny loafer foot covered the door's face.

The door tried to say something, but my foot muffled it.

"Oh, sorry. What?" I asked, lifting my foot to uncover the door's face.

"I said: a little of that went a long way!" it laughed.

I spied the little bottle and picked it up. A small drop of the liquid that was in it spilled out on my finger. "You know," I said, poking the bottle in the door's mouth, "your jokes aren't that funny."

I licked the liquid off my finger unconsciously and immediately shrunk to an even smaller size than I was before I grew.

"How stupid can I get?" I scolded myself.

But then, I had a bright idea (by bright, I mean literally; I could have sworn a light bulb appeared over my head).

I walked over to the door and jumped up to reach the rim of the bottle. I caught onto it and heaved myself up. Who needs a rusty, old key, I thought.

"Hope this works." I muttered. Then I yelled to the door from inside the bottle, "Hey, could you try to swallow this? Thanks!"

He swallowed and pretty soon realized that on the other side, was an ocean. The bottom half of the bottle was swimming the sea while the top half floated above the surface to keep any stray droplets from getting into my dingy.

After a few minutes of silence, I began to hear singing. Someone was singing in the ocean.

I poked my head above the rim of the bottle-ship (no pun intended) to see what. I saw a… is that a dodo?

He had a pipe and a waistcoat and he was sitting on what looked like big black crow with a huge orange beak. The crow apparently was his boat and this other bird behind pushing them was the motor.

The dodo kept singing until he said this: "Ahoy, land ho!" he pointed in a direction and said something to the bird behind.

"Aye-aye Dodo!" the bird behind said and pushed them in that direction.

Hey! I was right!

"Mr. Dodo, please, please help me!" I called after him. He was too preoccupied with his singing to hear me.

I sailed for a while longer, calling out to anybody, or should I say anyfish or anybird, that could lend me a helping hand. No one helped.

Oh! what have I gotten myself into!