Logan's P.O.V
The annoying, bugging girl was gone when I returned to the computer. I had made the purchase for my sister and needed to work on my Science assignment. The essay was due next week, but I would be overloaded from my History project.
I sat down on the spinning chair, easing my back onto the cushioning. I grabbed the hot, buzzing mouse. The girls was nowhere in sight as I dragged my arrow across the bottom of the screen, but only for a short period of time. Out of the blue (more like out of the white), came the girl. This time, however, her tattered, red ball gown had been replaced with ordinary, white leggings and a brown top. They reminded him of the clothes he was looking at on the Century 21 website while I was looking for my sister's gift. Even though she was obvious against the white background, her skin seemed milky white. It looked like she had never seen the sun. Yet, by squinting, I was able to see on her pixelated face was the face of a young woman who would go to any lengths to get what she wanted. She didn't seem evil, but she definitely looked determined.
The girl jumped onto the arrow as if it was a black horse. I began to wave my mouse around, trying to throw her off. The stubborn, pale girl refused to let go. Around and around it went. Yet, the girls stayed.
Was this some sort of virus? If it is, I would rather have all my files go missing.
I realized that was a lie, but after waving the arrow around for 15 minutes, I gave up. All it did was prove to me how stubborn this girl was, how old this computer is, and I'm wasting my time. The girl seemed relieved when the arrow came to full stop. She laid her head onto the arrow and took a few deep breaths. At least, I think she took deep breathes.
I stared at her still form. What in the world was this virus? How did I get it? Just like the girl, I take a deep breath and rise from the chair. I hope dad can fix this.
Back to Third Person
"It's the boss' mom!" yelled the arrow as she whizzed across the air, about an hour after the first bucking.
Alice was hugging her arms around the arrow, startled out of her slumber. Its sleek, black body wasn't exactly easy to hold onto, noted Alice. Still, the young lady was able to keep a vice grip with her hands. When the arrow halted, an echoing click rang around Alice. She briefly raised her hands to block out the noise. After the first click, more of them followed in a quick succession. Her head rang, as if a metal pipe was rattling in her head. Alice's heart mimicked the clicks with beats.
Again, the arrow began to move, but slower. Alice noticed the white oblivion turned into a soft, green color. It was caught between a bright, grass color and the dull, green tablecloth that Alice's mother would spread over the table when her grandmother came over. It was a soft, pleasant color. Also, there was a thick, light odor coming from an unknown source.
Suddenly, the arrow flew off, giving Alice less than a split-second to react. Sadly, she wasn't fast enough to grab ahold of the arrow. She lurched backwards and began her rapid decent.
Down. Down. Down. Down… PLOP!
Alice's fall was cut short when she hit the surface of some hot liquid. It was thicker than normal water and tasted like… soup? Soup? Where was our little heroine now?
After reading several magazines about eating organic, Logan's mother had decided to look for good, healthy recipes. One of the recipes, was vegetable soup. Now, our poor, Alice is swimming in it. She struggles to perch unsteadily on the tip of the bowls, everything sopping wet. Her usually light, blonde hair had turned an ugly brown, with spinach leaves caught in it. The white pants were ruined beyond repair and the shirt was sticking to her thin frame.
The arrow coincidentally zoomed by, allowing Alice to grab on. Barely. Alice's soaking body begins to slip of the sleek surface. The arrow, however, subtly angles her body to allow Alice to climb on.
Alice wrings her hair out as the arrow continues to zoom around. The mother notices this 'virus' Logan keeps mentioning. He wasn't joking, the mother thought. Ignoring the weird girl, the mother proceeds to copy the recipe to a Word document. Alice gets bucked off when the copying process. Alice lands on one of the thick, bold words, feeling as if her legs had shattered. But as she stood up, Alice realized she was fine.
"Odd," Alice commented as a blue-like force field surrounded the platform she was standing.
She carefully peers over the edge to realize she is standing on the words 'pour.' Before that was '4 cups' and after was 'into.'
"Quite odd, indeed," Alice commented yet again. Grabbing onto the arrow was impossible, for it was whizzing around what seems to be a few stories below our friend. Pacing frantically, Alice begins to think. Her uncomfortable clothing was getting on the patient girls nerves, and her sticky hair would definitely be a problem later on.
Suddenly, the platform (and everything around it, to be honest) began to shift downwards. Alice tumbled down. Briefly, Alice believes she will die alone in this odd world, without her Hatter or her Bandersnatch. However, Alice wasn't going to go down without a fight. Alice's right arm shot out and grabbed a word. If it wasn't for the fact Alice and the word were both going down, Alice would have torn her arm out of its socket.
Alice struggled up as the words continue their decent, that had increased in speed. Alice prayed as she was flattened uncomfortably but painlessly onto the paper. Soon as small gap allowed light to shine through. Alice squinted, trying to see what her future would be. As she entered the light, a thumb pressed down onto her. The paper was pulled out of the dark hole it had come out of. As it swung close to the ground, Alice was able to jump off.
She was yet again mesmerized by the fact she couldn't move a second ago, but now she able to jump out. Alice's single goal was to reach the outside world, where she could find the right rabbit hole. As she raced across the sleek, wooden floor, Alice didn't notice the futuristic home she had found herself in. Luckily, a door was ajar, allowing Alice to quickly slip to. With that, her small legs hit the dirt and she was running at top speed. The grass was slightly shorter than her, but yet again, Alice paid no attention. However, a few fruit flies cast her confused glances, but shook it off. They would later describe it as 'an interesting event and quite the ugly bug she was.' Alice did, however notice quite a familiar shape come into view. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"Mallymkun!" Alice called out excitedly.
I'm posting up the rest in now as well, so I'll tell you what I want to say if you're gonna hang out through the story. So, read on and wait for virtual food!
