Jerry in Wonderland
1.I hope this is a nightmare
Is it really logical to hope life is a nightmare? Jerry thought. I mean, yes it's a horrible, awful planet we live on, but does it really make sense?
"Jerry I know what you're thinking," said Charlee. "It's not that bad. I looked it up. Most teenagers who don't get high all the time and avoid alchohol have lucid, sometimes strange dreams."
"Yes, but to have the same dream over and over from the age of five? I don't care what article you read or which scientist developed what study, I'm seeing a psychologist." Jerry stared at the ceiling. It most certainly was the ceiling. "If I were an interior designer..."
"The world would be backwards, inside out, and every room would be at some weird angle?"
Jerry looked at her best ( and almost only ) friend. "Exactly."
Charlee made a turn and Jerry walked through a door, cursing the school for "accidentally" putting Jerry in the wrong class. Everyone who knew Jerry could be sure that was just her luck. Except Jerry.
Charlee sat at a desk and pulled out her phone. She had another dream.
The person who she had contacted wrote back: What am I supposed to do?
Don't talk about it.
WTH?
NVM.
Meanwhile
The Red Queen gave the White Rabbit a small portion of a carrot.
"That's a good bunny. Now, why would such a good young lad be contacting those troublemaking girls during class?"
The rabbit looked up at her with huge, marble-like eyes. "Perhaps he's-"
"If you dare say one negative word of the boy..." She gritted her teeth and whispered "Off with your head."
The rabbit gulped and closed his eyes. "Yes, my queen."
Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland, my name is not Jerry, and I am not a goth chick.
I thought the first one was skimpy, so I decided to include the second.
I'm going to add the third one... Whenever I finish it.