A/N: 'Sup!?I wrote another chapter in about an hour and a half! :) And just by the way Alice was 8 in the first chapter. She is now weirder and 12. Now once again I'd love reviews! I already have two! Thanks to you two! It's why I wrote another chapter instead of doing my homework. And I had to make a last name for Alice..... So I thought of Leito. Random, I know. I'm sorry this short. I couldn't think of much. Enjoy! :D

Tick. 'Uh.....' Alice stole a glance at her mother. She was frowning. Tock.

"Mrs. Leito, your daughter has..... well.... she can...." The principal stuttered.

"Mama, I can hold my breath for over a minute, in the water," Alice nodded gravely. She kept her head down trying not to giggle.

"What? Alice, you don't swim. All because you say that the siren might be in the water." Alice opened her mouth as to object but looking at her principal's face she started to laugh.

The principal didn't find this very funny, he held his breath and his face contorted from nervousness to emotionless.

"She has been able to sing a lot better than any of the other students, and we want her to audition for the Soloist Singer School Competition. It is held in Paris, at the Paris Opera House." He said crisply.

Alice's eye went wide her mouth into an O shape, looked at her mother pleading silently.

"Oh. That's all? If she gets in will an adult have to go with her?"

"Yes." The principal looked like he would explode if they continued the conversation. He was terribly embarrassed.

As Alice got out of the car she did a dance. Not any type of dance, oh no. It was a victory dance.

"YEAH! UH HUH! UH HUH!" Alice then ran inside and called her grandmother.

"Hmmmmmm?" The frail inquisitive voice said.

"Grandma! I'm allowed to AUDITION!" She said in rush.

"Oh, Alice! If you get through, there'll be one condition." Her grandmother smiled.

"A condition?" Alice said, extremely confused.

"Yes. I come with you. Done."

"Yokay! I gotta find a song to audition with, see ya later!"

Alice threw down the phone and ran to find a songbook. Not any type of song book, oh no. A Disney one.

"Uhm, nah. Pffft, no. Uh, maaaaaybe. Oh! Maybe. Hahha, nah. Well, I've narrowed it down to two. I Wonder from Sleeping Beauty or For A Moment from The Little Mermaid 2...... Oh, decisions." Alice was really thinking. What song?

"Hah, it'd be funny if I did- OH! Sanctuary! It's PERFECT! It's practically, well not really, Disney!" Alice shouted for joy.

Her mother looked at her as though saying, 'How is this weird child mine?'

Ali then decided to jump up and spin around spreading her arms out beside her, enjoying the sun and breeze whoosh around her in a blur. But the blur..... changed colours?

Alice tried to stop but she couldn't. Green. Blue. Yellow. Wood. Dark. She fell down.

Daylight streamed through the trees glaring into Alice's now open eyes. She lifted herself up, and looked at the trees. She could hear voices shouting, laughing, singing.

"Oh." Alice could barely register it. The language. French. She felt sick, and shut her eyes willing for the pain to go away. But it wouldn't. She cracked open an eye, then the other. This was weird. Alice took a wobbly leg and placed it on the ground. Standing, she started to walk towards the sounds of the market place.

Woah. The snippets she heard were fleeting, but there.

"An Apple! Buy an apple! There Grrrrrrrrrreeeen!"

"Ooooh! The Opera! Look right there!"

Opera!? Alice snapped he head up the building, in all of it's glory. There. Than she realized. The clothing, was very old. That means her clothing was worse. No one had probably seen jeans before. No scratch that. No one had seen jeans before. People were staring at her. She swallowed, blushed, looked down and walked towards the Opera House, muttering

"There's no place like home."

A/N: Sooooo? What'd you think! Please review! That tells me if I should stop writing 'cause it's bad. *Nods head* I'm super happy it's Friday night!