A/N : Really tired of all the "I'm not like all the other girls" type of main character who's either too shy and submissive or an aggressive feminist who feels the need to prove herself to men. So I'm putting my own flavour on the stereotypical "basic girl" that everyone keeps making fun of.
The Fall Of Vanity
A white rabbit dressed in an awful Victorian costume went running down the forrest as it struggled to hide the golden pocket watch inside his suit in panic. He'd been running - or hopping - for what seemed like hours and hours on end from the lady that had been chasing him since day one.
Though he released no sweat, he felt very dehydrated and exhausted, desperately trying to find the hole from which he'd popped out of three days ago. He could've sworn it was behind one of these trees...
Golden tresses came bouncing up and down as the lady - who was wearing a crimson red, tulle and lace dress with a sweetheart neckline and thin straps that hung just right under her knees - ran after the discouraged rabbit, her feet aching from the silver bana heels. But she was used to the pressure, she kept on going.
The rabbit looked as though he'd finally found the human-sized hole, he hesitated to jump in for a second, as he always did. But when he heard the crunches of leaves, he was left with no choice but to dive in head first into the hole.
The girl with the pale hair had lost the trail and the rabbit. She'd always been a little scatterbrained so getting lost wasn't new, but it didn't necessarily mean that it didn't still frustrate her to the core. Harsh winds came piling through but she kept walking with no sense of direction. Why did she have to follow that darn rabbit? He was up to no good.
"Daddy?" she called into the air and her surroundings. The sky was immediately foggy like it hadn't been in sunny and drought-prone California. She wrapped her thin fingers around her arms and rubbed them up and down for warmth. That would mark the only thing she knew about being in the wild.
She looked around, twirling her neck from right to left, front and back, looking for anything that seemed familiar, until she mistakenly tripped on the humongous root of an oak tree and eventually landed clumsily on the ground - except without the ground.
Her butt must've completely missed it because all she'd felt was air and a strong tingling feeling at the pit of her stomach as she went flying down the depth of the hole. She released an ear-piercing scream in fright, desperately clinging onto the thin vines she was met with on the way down. It seemed like a never ending free fall. It was a total nightmare.
She didn't stop screaming on her way down, she didn't stop falling, she didn't stop to take a breath, she didn't stop to do anything. Somehow filled with the thoughts of magically getting back up. And then she fell onto the most comfortable white, floating mattress in the middle of the depth, she felt some sort of safety in there. But she fell again.
Her back felt a layer of glass being broken from her weight before she eventually went crashing on the rusty floor in the middle of absolutely nowhere. She assumed she'd broken a bone or lost a limb or something, but in essence, she was totally fine.
She was quick to fix her blonde locks, never forgetting that looks always came first when it came to first impressions. But who would she meet down here? Possibly a prince in a white horse? Or a dark knight with a dragon? Either way, she was prepared to look pretty.
"Who is that?" The dormouse asked irritatedly as the blonde started to walk around the circular room.
"Some slurvish human that assaulted me up there," The white rabbit complained, bringing his paw up to his nose.
"Slurvish? She does look quite shallow," Cheshire Cat commented with his signature wide grin that covered the entirety of his face.
"Quite? She's like all the other girls I've seen in the yadder," the white rabbit said. "Always shaking their shukms in public, topless and bottomless. It was nerve-wracking!"
"So how did she manage to come all the way down here?" Cheshire asked, sounding like a taunt.
"Why, the girl kept chasing me all through the place! I was exhausted! I felt like I was being punished!" The white rabbit yelled, but the blonde never heard a word as she slid her fingers through the dust-filled, white and black walls.
"But she looks like.." the dormouse began, "an average girl."
The white rabbit scoffed. "Of course she does! There's nothing special about her, nothing like an Alice."
Cheshire's grin became wider. "Very basic indeed. Just another townie."
"Nothing like Alice," the white rabbit repeated.
"But she's got good fashion," the dormouse complimented out of nowhere, eyes striking through the lovely, eye-catching dress.
Cheshire hummed in agreement. "Would give the red queen a run for her money, would pose a threat to her."
"Why would the queen want fashion as a threat?" the white rabbit asked incredulously.
"What kind of threat would the queen herself want?" Cheshire challenged as he disappeared and appeared right at the white rabbit's face.
The rabbit stepped back in surprise, releasing a short cry.
"Shh! She might hear us!" the dormouse silenced.
"I don't think she will," the white rabbit observed as the blonde tapped her heel on the floor and just looked around, not seeming to want to do anything about the fact that she's basically stuck. "Look at her, like a damsel in distress."
Cheshire chuckled menacingly. "She's very much so, a girl who wastes daddy's money."
The girl sprinted her heels onto the set of doors sprawled out in front of her, but none of them would budge. She sighed and seemed like she gave up, up until she saw the old key on the middle of the delicate table.
She picked it up and examined it, as if she knew whatever it was you would do with that key.
"Is this a joke?" She rolled her eyes. "Daddy! If this is how you're surprising me with a porsche, I found the key! The suspense is over, you can all come out and say 'surprise' now!" she sang merrily, firmly believing that this was all part of the plan.
"What is she rambling on about?" the dormouse asked like the blonde was crazy.
"I didn't understand why people said 'dumb blonde' before, always thought it was a part of the racist sociology, now I know why they said that," the white rabbit blinked, dumbfounded.
"Racist?" Cheshire repeated.
"It's a human term, I don't totally understand it either. But she seems like she's on the top of the hierarchy of racist sociology."
"Do you know what you're talking about, rabbit?" the dormouse questioned, bringing her eyebrows in together.
"Absolutely no idea if what I said even made sense."
The blonde let out a high-pitched squeal and stomped a foot on the ground, the sound vibrating throughout the room. "Daddy?!" she began to cry.
"Oh my God! This is the worst birthday ever! Where am I?!" she cried, letting her legs collapse to the floor. Her eyes were met with the small piece of dessert on a small plate with words written on it saying, 'eat me'.
"And this is all I get for my sweet sixteen? A little cake that's not even big enough to be a cupcake?! This is so not right!" she yelled as she forced herself to take a huge bite of it, immediately ruining her entire diet plan leading up to this grand day.
"Alice didn't even shed a worry about this. And this slurvish is crying!" the white rabbit rolled his eyes.
"What if we welcome her?" suggested the Cheshire.
"What are you going on about, Cat?" the dormouse aggressively asked.
"This girl is too wrapped up in her own world that she will feel out of place in Underland. She is nothing like us, and clearly, the opposite of Alice," Cheshire said, floating upside-down on the rabbit's face.
"You're mad, Cat, absolutely mad."
Meanwhile, the girl stood up and was ready to break down walls to get herself out of that suffocating and dirty room. But as she took her first step, she paused, feeling a slight churn in her stomach and a groggy feeling on her legs. And out of nowhere, she was gradually towering over anything and everything she laid eyes on.
She shut her eyes and focused on the darkness she saw in it, like a meditation stance. "This is a dream, this is a dream," she chanted.
When she opened them again, she hadn't expected everything to be back to normal. She wasn't that dumb. But her eyes fell onto the one of the cylinders that she saw in the Harry Potter movies that held the potion inside.
She hummed, "I read on wikipedia that getting drunk in your dream snaps you out of it," she said, not even believing the lies she was telling herself at the moment. But still, she grabbed the potion and downed it all.
On her way down, she grabbed the key for which she'd mistaken as a porsche's, and fluffed her now shrunken dress to still feel somewhat empowered. She was pretty, and that's all she wanted to hear - from herself, as of now.
She looked around for anything, perhaps now that she was a tad - a lot - smaller, there were some advantages. Advantages that she'd never guessed since she was always the tallest, most vibrant, supermodel-worthy girl in her world.
She caught a glimpse of a small wooden door that she could only hope that the rabbit might've came into. She used the key and successfully opened the door.
"Well, she got in," the white rabbit noted.
"Into the world where she's different," Cheshire blandly said.