Ok, this is chapter 3. Enjoy and review what you think!

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Marissa

Marissa stared down into the deep rabbit hole her mother told her to go into. She hesitated. She wasn't scared of getting stuck. The hole was wide enough for her to fall into. It was the fact that she didn't know what to expect once she got to Underland. What if no one like her? She was scared. She clutched onto the tiny purse that contained her mother's letter to Tarrant Hightopp.

Well, here goes nothing, she thought and dove into the rabbit hole with her eyes shut tight. She heard things whirring past her, but she didn't open her eyes to find out what it was. Her fall was cut short when she hit something and bounced off. She had no choice but to open her eyes this time.

Marissa found herself standing upside down on a ceiling. Odd, she thought. She pushed herself off and land upright on the floor. Now that's better. She looked around and spotted a table with a key and a small vial. She recalled the directions her mother had given her. When you reach the bottom, find the key, and look behind the curtain. There will be a small door behind it. Unlock that door, open it and whatever you do, don't close it. It will lock back up and you won't be able to open it again once you drink from a small vial, which is soon to be explained. Then, find the table with a vial that says 'Drink Me.' Drink it. You will soon start to shrink. Here's a small dress I made you so you wouldn't be naked. Put it on when you're the size. Sounded easy enough.

Marissa walked over to the oak wood table and picked up the small, slender vial. She studied the dark liquid inside, wondering if it was safe to drink. Perhaps it's poison, dear, said a small, but still heard voice in her mind. Poison? That's insane. Mother wouldn't tell me to drink poison! Anyway, what are you doing back? I had thought that I had gotten rid of you when I was 10! Marissa told it. I came back because you needed company. And this time, I'm here to stay. I'm not going away and you can't get rid of me. Not anymore. The voice said, with a slight smug. Marissa groaned. This voice was seriously agitating. It never shut up. That's the main reason she supposedly got rid of it. The other reason was because she didn't want to be sent away to an asylum because people thought she was insane. Dearie, you are not insane. You're special. In a good way! The voice said, intruding her inner thoughts. Well, I really am insane. Remember: First sign of madness is talking to one's self. Marissa said. Insaneness and madness are two different things. You are mad. That, my dear girl, is a very special quality. said the voice. Okay, whatever you say. But please, be quiet. I need to concentrate. Marissa told it. Concentrate? Ha! That is very funny considering you never take the time to concentrate! the voice laughed. SHUT UP ALREADY WILL YOU? Marissa mentally shouted. The voice hushed.

Pleased at the mental quiteness, Marissa brought her attention back to the vial she was holdy. She cautiously brought it to her lips and took a drink. She laid the vial back on the table. Marissa suddenly began to shrink! Finally, her height rested at about 8 inches. Marissa's clothes lay in piles around her and her purse lay beside them. Remembering the tiny dress her mother had given her, she crawled over the clothes and over to the purse. She climbed atop it and walked over to the little silver clasp. Marissa pulled at it but it refused to come undone. Stupid clapse, she thought. She pulled at it again. It moved a tiny bit but not enough to release. Marissa tried and tried again until it finally opened. Yes! I did it! she thought. Took you long enough. Goodness you are very weak. Very weak, indeed. said Marissa's voice. I thought I had told you to shut up, Marissa thought back to it. Dearie, soon you will learn that I never 'shut up,' it said. Wonderful, Marissa thought, sarcasm leaking into her tone.

Ignoring the voice, Marissa reached into the purse and pulled out the dress. She didn't really give notice to it before so she studied it before putting it on. I never knew mother could make something so beautiful, Marissa thought. The dress was magnificent. It was a emerald green, Marissa's favorite color. It seemed as if it would stop at Marissa's ankles. The skirt was the most interesting thing about it though. It seemed to flow like water and it shined. It was lovely. Marissa pulled it on and spun around, loving the way it felt when it swirled around her legs. She laughed with pure joy. You really should thank your mother when you return to her. If you ever do. the voice said. Oh, I will! And I will return to her. Why do you sound as if I won't? Marissa said. It's nothing. Just ignore me. I'm a voice in your head! Why should you ever listen to what I say? the voice said. Because your my voice, meaning that I have to listen to you. What you say is a part of me. Is it not? Marissa told it. I suppose, the said.

Marissa mentally rolled her eyes at it. These inner conversations were really giving her a terrible headache. Marissa remembered the door that led to the world of Underland. She jumped off of her purse and pushed it out of the little door so she could keep track of the letter. Once outside, she felt the softness of the grass and heard the whispering of the wind. Underland was truely peaceful at first thought. Marissa kept pushing the purse, not seeing where she was going. She suddenly bumped into something. She looked around the side of the purse and spotted a shoe. A shoe? What in heaven's name is a shoe doing here? she thought. She looked up to see if there was anymore to the shoe and saw a sight that was definately...mad!

Ok so I fixed a few chapters. They're longer and more detailed. I hope you like it!

XOXOXO-Kat