Disclaimer: I, Black Cherry, do not own Alice in Wonderland. I wouldn't want to anyway. :)

This is my first fic! Yay! Feel free to read and review, though I'm not going to plead or beg for you to. Although, if you review mine; I'll review yours.

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Marianne sniffed disdainfully as she watched the enthralled crowd surrounding Alice. What nonsense, she thought crossly, I can't believe they believe her ridiculous story about rabbits and cards and if it were up to me I would have had her Insaneship thrown into a mental hospital long ago. Marianne turned her back on the scene and stomped off to the other side of the garden. She had not wanted to go to the birthday party thrown for Alice but had had no choice in the matter. Her mother had viciously dragged her along by her long ponytail to the house. All the village children were there, and Alice's siblings, so there were stampeding children everywhere, throwing cake crumbs and rolling in the dirt. Marianne sniffed once more, patted the ruffles from her pink skirt and sat down on a dry patch of grass to nibble on a piece of cake she had rescued from the tea table earlier. It's just nonsense, she thought again, and I hate her. I hate her dress; I hate her hair; I hate her stupid party; her dumb and insane ramblings; I hate her house and, she added spitting the cake ungraciously on the ground, I hate her cakes.

"Well," said a voice in her ear, "that was quite un-ladylike." Marianne snorted. "Well, well, you definitely aren't Alice, are you? She would never be so disgusting." Marianne could not believe what she was hearing. Was this stranger praising her Insaneship? Furthermore this stranger was insulting her, Marianne. Marianne was not letting anyone speak to her in such a manner so she turned around, preparing to meet her opponent and slap him. She turned; there was no one there. Her fist fell to her side and she turned all the way round, now standing up, to see where the stranger had gone, but there was no one in close proximity to her. No one, except a figure in a blue dress.

"Why on earth are you spinning Marianne? How curious you look." Alice giggled to herself. "It looks as if you are attempting ballet! I could teach you if you like. I've been told I'm very good!" Marianne sniffed.

"I wasn't attempting ballet, I was actually practicing an old age, heathen ritual where if you spin on the spot for two minutes, then say the name of the person whom you wish to dedicate it to, which was you, and the magical Kackoo-man will visit them."

"Ooh! The Kackoo-man? What does he do?" Alice asked excitedly. Marianne saw this as a chance to really annoy Alice. Alice, the girl who had tormented her all these years with her 'I'm so perfect and everyone loves me' routine.

"Oh, he's really magical!" Marianne replied, her eyes glistening maliciously.

"Will he grant wishes?"Alice questioned, her eyes as round as saucers of milk, as she clapped her hands.

"No." Marianne said. "He's not that nice." Alice stopped.

"What?"

"First the Kackoo-man steals your shadow," Alice looked down, "then you become feverish," She felt her forehead, "then you can hardly breathe, and it feels as though your chest is on fire!" Alice looked down at her chest. "Finally flames erupt from your chest and you turn into ashes!" Alice smiled weakly.

"You're deceiving me!"

"Alice?"

"Mmm?" Marianne grinned maliciously.

"He's behind you, Alice." Alice suddenly screamed in terror and ran off down the garden. Sniggering to herself, Marianne turned around to come face to face with a rabbit. A relatively small, White Rabbit with pink eyes and a waistcoat.

"I thought she'd be pleased to see me." The White Rabbit muttered drawing out his pocket watch. "Oh well, I'm late!" He looked up at her and smiled. Marianne gaped back, eyes protruding from their sockets. Evidently she had not been the one who frightened Alice.

"But...I...bl...uh, erm.. pleh..." She spluttered.

"Your name is Mary Ann, is it not?" He smiled. But before Marianne could tell him otherwise he spoke again. "Then you are the person I've been looking for!" Forcefully grabbing her arm, the White Rabbit gave a tug and pushed her down the rabbit hole at her feet which, she was certain, had not been there just two seconds before.

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