Hello all, yes it is your favorite weird fan fiction obsessed Author, me!

I know, I know Alice why the heck do you keep putting little messages at the end of your stories, aren't they done already?

Well, I am sorry for doing that, but I have a job and i need all of you to help!

I have written two, that's right two, fan fiction first chapters. Now, I want to know what you all think before I post those two chapters, so I won't be posting all of them, because I've yet to name them…..

Now, why am I showing them to you? Because you are my loyal readers, who give me the best feedback. And who better to give it to me then the people who made my latest AiW story have over one hundred reviews? (Still extremely amazed about that!)

If you have an idea for a name, leave a review, because I suck at naming… I really do.

So without further ado, here's the first one.

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"Why were you up there?" Aurora asked, leaning her head back to gaze up high where I once was while I lay at the floor beneath her feet. "It can't be very comfortable."

I pushed myself up, leaning heavily on my hands and knees before I just moved back to my knees, staring up at Aurora. "For you maybe,"

She smiles at me, kneeling down to my height and holding out her hand, a cool slender and pale palm with tiny skilled fingers, that I grab and she pulls me up. That's one good thing about a twin sister, I suppose. She's always there to help me up when I fall.

I smile at her, with her blondish curly hair that shines red most times when the light hits it just right, and her pretty green eyes, just like dads. I didn't get that at all. My hair is bright red, like wild berries or blood, and my eyes change like dad's do except mine are much more….temperamental. Sadly, the only thing that is the same between my mother and I, is our pale skin. And our name.

"We need to go make preparations for our party," Aurora said brightly, practically trembling with joy. We would be fourteen in about a month, and she was absolutely ecstatic about the whole thing. I was too, but not as much as she was. Another opposite thing between me and my sister, she was loud, but I was silent and soft spoken.

"Come on, Alice," Aurora taunted, raising a single light eyebrow. She knew that I hated when people called me that, and that I rather be called by my middle name, much to my parent's annoyance.

"Alice," My mother had said for the first tie when I was six. She was a happy women, I'd rarely ever seen her in a bad mood but I've seen her annoyed, her brow furrowed like whenever her curiosity lead her to a new problem she wanted to solve. "Why don't you like being called by your name?"

"Because I'm not!" I'd said, stamping my foot, and crossing my arms. I was a stubborn little girl, and with my red eyes and red hair, I looked like a monster, but I stayed firm. "I'm not. And I don't want to be."

So from then on, from the moment I could talk and understand my name I refused to be known by it. Called myself, Penelope and I wanted everyone to call me that as well, but certain people, like my sister, enjoyed picking on me.

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Next!

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My phone buzzes again and I reach for it, reading another message from Morgan. I can always count on her to be there when I feel bad, and I've been feeling like that ever since Dad started dating Katie. I like her well enough, and I don't think Dad's rushing anything. Mom's been dead for over ten years, and he deserves to be happy, but I guess Katie just won't ever be my real mom, like she always tries to be. I'm not seven like Allie is, she'll never remember mom the way she was.

It's not like that's all I can think about, I'm sure I'm pretty much just like any teenager, I can hate my dad for some of the things he does, like taking us on a sudden trip to England without our consent, but I know he loves me. It isn't like I'm going out and keeping piercings or tattoos or having sex. Kids my age are already parents. Still, I guess there's something wrong with me. Oh well,

I write a quick message back to Morgan, but it won't go though, so I raise my phone, no single.

Dang, I thought, raising my phone as a small bar started to grow and I walked over to the end of the hedges where it got stronger. Maybe if I go over here…. I slide around the hedge that's about a foot and a half thick, and then into the forest, while my tiny bar stays the same.

Where'd you go? I think, raising my hand higher, which helps a little even though I'm only about five foot five. Suddenly, I turn around, and then all I can see are trees, how far did I go? I take a step back, but then turn around again, maybe I went this way, no, no I went…..ugh.

I sigh, putting my phone back in my pocket, jam my hands in my sweatshirt and start heading north, the trees overhead shaking as the wind winds around them making tiny sounds that go harmoniously with every step I take. And then, I break onto a hill, trees parting into a large circle with a tall tree at the top. I start running, and then lean against its dead trunk, gazing back at the Ascot manor that I can see from here. It looks awesome, the perfect picture. I raise my phone, taking a step back, and then another.

Almost there, maybe just a few more inches back, I take one last step, and feel my foot sliding into nothingness and when I turn, my other foot slides too, so I fall, straight down into the dark oblivion and my screams echo across the walls.

So, there you go. Tell me if you think that either one of them have some serious like idk potential. The first is about Alice and Hatter's children, and I'm thinking about making it have to do with Irisa and Nicholas to, and the other is about a girl in our time and age who falls down he rabbit hole, but she doesn't find the Underland we know and love. It's something else. It's cold and gray and creepy and a lot has changed.

Fairfarren and thank you for reading!