This might be familiar to some people ^^ (actually it should be, it's one of the most iconic stories EVER)

Enjoy!

"Hiro! Are you skipping classes again?"

Hiro looked up lazily from behind the book that was resting on his face. His aunt stood over him angrily, hands placed on her hips.

"Sorry, Aunt Cass," the eleven-year-old yawned, rolling over to the other side. The book slid off his face and closed shut besides his head. "It's so boring in that room. Besides, I already know all the stuff they're teaching."

"Oh, really now," his aunt huffed angrily. "Recite the passage that your class is studying then."

Without skipping a beat, Hiro monotoned:

"'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!"

"Is that enough, or do you want me to say the whole thing," he sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the leaves of the tree he had chosen to lay under.

"That's… well… I mean," his aunt spluttered, lost for words. He had, of course, recited the excerpt of Jabberwocky perfectly, and it left her stunned. Finally, she sighed. "I do wish you would attempt to make some friends, honey," she said forlornly. "Tadashi wouldn't like to see you alone all the time."

The mention of his older brother made his chest clench in pain. "It's that nerd's fault for leaving to study abroad in Paris," he growled into his arm, not turning to look at his aunt. He didn't want to see the disappointment in her face. "I'm sure he's having a great time learning to be a doctor," he mumbled sarcastically.

"Hiro Hamada, don't speak of your brother in that tone of voice," Aunt Cass scolded him gently. "You know that Tadashi's always dreamed of becoming a doctor, and if he has to leave home to do that, then I don't see why not."

"He could at least write back to see how we're doing," Hiro murmured lowly, unable to hide the sadness in his voice.

His aunt heard it too. The two stayed silent, listening to the wind rustle the leaves and flatten the grass. Finally, his aunt sighed again and said, "Don't be late for tea."

"Got it," he called back to her sleepily, without realizing that she was long gone. Rolling onto his back, he tucked his arms under his head, staring at the bright blue sky. It was true, Tadashi had always wanted to be a doctor. Specifically ever since their parents died in a chariot accident. Hiro couldn't remember much about it, but considering the significant age gap between him and his brother, it was no surprise Tadashi would be the most affected. From what his aunt explained to him, Tadashi didn't want people dying earlier than they had to since the trauma of their parents' death. So, naturally, as soon as he was given the opportunity, he took it and decided to leave with some friends to France, leaving what was left of his family in a little countryside by London. Aunt Cass had encouraged him to do what it took to fulfill his dreams, but Hiro hadn't been shy to voice his thoughts, which were that Tadashi was being selfish and self-seeking. As punishment, he was sent to his room for the rest of the day, which happened to be the same day Tadashi was set to leave for France. His aunt told him he could come out to say goodbye, which he had stubbornly refused. To say that the brothers' last conversation was a bad one would be an understatement.

Of course, now, almost half a year later, Hiro came to regret all the mean words he had thrown at his brother, especially considering that they were the last. Tadashi never even got a goodbye from his little brother, and to this day, Hiro never thought he could feel remorse for something more. The days without his brother by his side were, in a sense, pointless and boring. Nothing Hiro did brought him joy anymore. Classes were easy, and he lost his patience for the slowness of the rest of his classmates. His teachers had long since given up on trying to persuade him to come to class, and now his aunt was giving up as well. He could hear all the adults reassure her with "give him time," or "it's just his way of dealing with Tadashi leaving," but that wasn't the case. He knew what the problem was. He wanted to properly tell his brother goodbye, and let him know how much he appreciated him by his side, but he stupidly let that opportunity slide by him.

He was pretty sure that even if he tried to write a letter to Tadashi, his older brother wouldn't even read it. Hiro wouldn't blame him. Not after all the hurtful things he had said.

He sighed, closing his eyes again. He was tired. Tired of being bored. Tired of feeling guilty. He just wanted to sleep under the warmth of the sun.

Suddenly, he heard a rustle come from behind him. Sitting up, he turned slowly to face the bushes by the tree. He had heard stories of wolves, and he certainly didn't want become an easy meal. And certainly not to some mangy mutt.

The rustling continued, shaking the leaves of the bush. Hiro tensed up and scooted back slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements. The rustling got louder, until a pair of white rabbit ears popped out from the top.

He immediately relaxed, frowning at the bush. "Thanks for scaring me for no reason, you dumb rabbit," he muttered, kicking a stick into the bush.

The stick fell short, barely hitting any of the leaves. However, as soon as it did, the rabbit shot up.

Hiro was lost for words. It wasn't a rabbit.

Or at least, it wasn't completely a rabbit.

"Gogo?" he said in surprise and confusion, looking at the person standing before him.

One of his brother's friends, part of the group that had left with him to Paris, stood in the bush, leaves and twigs clinging onto her clothes. She didn't seem to care, as she pulled out a giant golden watch and checked the time. Her appearance was strange to say the least. A pair of soft, white rabbit ears stuck out of her dark hair, drooping down to the side and hanging over her shoulders. Her outfit looked like something that would only be worn when being presented to the Queen of England. In fact, she looked like a messenger for the Queen herself!

"W-why are you here?" he stammered, standing up quickly. "Aren't you supposed to be in Paris?"

Gogo only looked at the watch, then mumbled, "I'm late." She turned and shot through the bush, running to the forest.

"Hey, wait!" Hiro called, scrambling after her. "What are you doing here?" he panted, struggling to keep up with her. Curse his short legs… and curse her and her running abilities! She didn't even seem tired, even though Hiro was already drenched in sweat as he attempted to keep up.

She turned abruptly, running further and further into the forest. Hiro almost crashed into a tree as he struggled to follow along. "W-wait!" he huffed, clutching at a stitch in his side as she disappeared behind some shrubs.

Hiro burst through the bushes, wheezing from his run. To his shock, she had completely disappeared. "That's not right," he mumbled to himself. "I was right behind her! How could she have disappeared into thin air!"

Muttering under his breath, he searched the clearing he had landed in. It was a small clearing, about as large as the shade he had been laying under earlier. Getting onto his hands and knees, he crawled over to bushes on the other side. He cursed as he pushed his way through the branches, growling in anger when a piece of his sleeve got caught and ripped off, leaving the fabric in the thorns. Aunt Cass would not be happy.

Finally, he crawled through and hissed, "Jackpot!" when he saw a rabbit hole in the dirt. It was a rather large hole, even from a person's perspective. Whatever rabbit made this must've been a monster.

Hiro crawled over to the side of the hole, looking down into the darkness. "Hello?" he called in, hoping to get some kind of reply. Nothing. "How strange," he mumbled. "I can't even tell how deep it is."

As he scooted forward, hoping to see further into the rabbit hole, his hand slipped on some loose gravel along the side. He cried out in surprise as he lost his balance and started falling into the darkness.

He fell and fell and fell, seeing nothing that he could grab to stop his descent. After a while (for what felt like hours), he realized that there was no sign of the floor coming anytime soon, and he was starting to get bored. Crossing his arms and legs (in midair, he realized, how fun), he "sat" and began to think. How could this hole be so deep, he wondered. I've been falling for such a long time now, there has to be an end eventually.

And eventually there was. Suddenly, he saw light at the bottom of the hole. Closing his eyes and bracing for impact, he landed face first on the cold ground.

Muttering darkly, he stood shakily and brushed of dust from his clothes. He realized, with a somewhat humiliated gasp, that his clothes had changed into a pair of light blue jumpers with poofy shorts. A large white, embarrassingly frilly apron covered the jumper, with knee high black and white striped socks covering his legs. Feeling the top of his head, he could feel his face heat up when he felt a large bow. If anyone saw me in this outfit, I would die of embarrassment, he panicked, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw he was alone.

Wondering how his clothes could've changed, he wandered further into the room, looking up at his entryway. He was surprised to see that it was just a ceiling, with no hole at all. The walls were filled with doors, all different shapes and sizes. Looking to the center of the room, he saw a glass table with a small golden key.

"That key must open one of these doors," he deduced. Grabbing the key, he painstakingly wriggled it into every door, hoping that at least one of them would open. None of the doors opened for him.

Tiredly, he moved to the last door. It was tiny, barely the size of his hand. Kneeling down to test if the key worked, he was surprised when he heard the lock click. The small door slowly opened.

Hiro felt like he would've jumped up in joy if he hadn't been kneeling on the floor.

Then came the next problem. How was he supposed to get through? He couldn't even fit his arm through this miniscule opening. Peaking through the hole, he was delighted to see a beautiful garden. "If I can get through this door, then I could get to that garden," he gasped excitedly.

Annoyed, he sat up and crossed his arms, trying to think of a solution. Well, he could try to break a hole into the wall, and maybe it would still lead him to the garden. But with what? All he had in the room with him (besides his humiliating outfit) was the glass table.

The glass table! Hurriedly standing up, he ran over to the table. All he had seen the first time was the gold key, but maybe he had missed something.

And missed something he did. Sitting on the table was a tiny little glass bottle filled with some kind of purple liquid. A small tag on the bottle read "DRINK ME."

Now, Hiro was not stupid. In fact, he was the complete opposite! Every tutor he had ever had all marveled at his intellect, praising him on his intelligence that far surpassed any professor out there. If he saw a strange bottle filled with something he had never seen before, there was no way in hell he would dare to touch it.

No, Hiro was not stupid. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Shrugging, he grabbed the bottle and popped of the tiny topper. Tipping the contents into his mouth all at once, he gagged at the vile taste. As soon as he swallowed, his head began to spin. Suddenly the room looked so much bigger. The room continued to grow until, finally, when he could take no more, he fell flat on his back.

Rubbing the stars out of his eyes, he blinked a few times and sighed. "That's the last time I'm ever doing something as stupid as that," he announced to no one. He was, after all, still alone. Standing up and brushing off his apron (he might as well get comfortable in these demeaning clothes), he looked around and realized, with a shock, that something was extremely wrong.

The room had indeed grown! Turning around quickly, he saw that, no, the room hadn't grown, but he had shrunk!

Now that he was so small, he would definitely be able to get through that door. Excitedly, he raced to the entryway, already picturing the beautiful garden he had seen earlier.

However, as soon as he reached said door, he stopped and gaped at it. It was locked!

B-but how? I made sure to leave it open! Looking back at the glass table, he saw, to his horror, the gold key glistening on the edge.

But that's not right… he pondered. I made sure to leave the door unlocked. I didn't even take the key with me! Left with no other option, he made his way back to the glass table. Running back seemed like double the distance now that he lost the adrenaline.

Finally reaching the glass table, he leaned against the (now large) foot of the table and panted. "As soon as I get the stupid key, I'll be good," he growled, then froze.

The table had to be at least a mile high, now that he was so tiny. And the key was at the very top. It seemed to be mocking him through the glass. It was so close, yet so far. There was no way he could climb up, especially without any equipment, and especially not on glass.

Sitting down with an angry huff, he looked around the foot of the table, hoping to find something helpful. Anything would do at this point.

Something caught his eye. There, at the far end, was a little purple box with a beautiful pink ribbon wrapped around it. Quickly scrabbling over to it, he almost felt guilty for ruining the perfect wrapping. Almost.

Nestled inside the little box was a small cake with purple frosting. Written on top of the frosting in white icing was "EAT ME."

Now, again, Hiro was not stupid. Every body knows that you don't eat things you find laying around when it's not within the vicinity of your own home. Besides, he had promised himself that he wasn't going to do something that stupid again. Considering the results that happened the last time he had consumed something he didn't know about, he really shouldn't eat the cake.

But, alas, Hiro was out of options. Shrugging again, he took a giant bite out of the cake. It was a lot tastier than the drink. Before he knew it, he had finished eating the entire pastry.

A few seconds passed, and nothing happened. Maybe it was just a regular cake, he thought. Slightly disappointed, he stood up, when he felt a little jolt. Then another one. And another. And another!

With each jolt, the doors along the wall began to shrink. I must be growing! Hiro thought happily.

Yes, he was, in fact, growing. At quite an alarming rate. Soon, his head hit the ceiling, and he had to hunch over to fit in the room. Everything turned so small!

Grabbing the key (witch was barely the size of his thumb, the triumphantly turned to the door to open it and finally get to that marvelous garden.

Until he realized…

He was even larger than before!

There was no way he could get through that small door now.

Hiro was not stupid.

But at the moment, he sure felt stupid.

He sat down angrily (with enough for to shake the whole room), and he felt angry tears begin to slip out of his eyes. Now, Hiro did not cry easily. Of course, when he was younger, he did. Actually, he used to cry all the time. Tadashi would tease him and call him a big baby, but Hiro still cried. Now that he was older and way more mature, he would never be caught dead crying.

Until now.

Hot tears streamed out of his eyes, causing large pools to form around him. He wasn't really sure why he was crying. Was it because he was mad? Or was it because he was sad? He really didn't know. All he knew was that his eyes were overflowing with tears and the water in the room had already reached his waist. Granted, he was still sitting, but that amount was still shocking.

He also realized that it was getting very hot. The more he cried, the more the room seemed to heat up. Seeing a small fan on the glass table, he sniffled and took it, fanning himself to cool down. Within the first flap of the fan, he felt his body jolt and suddenly, with a small pop, he shrunk down to the size he had been when he drank that purple liquid.

He was falling again, straight into the ocean of his own tears. He prepared himself for the water, but by some stroke of luck, he landed in the empty bottle that was floating in the water. The waves pushed him forward and through the open door.

In case someone didn't get it, Alice in Wonderland, everybody!

This is just a short excerpt of it, but it won't really follow the plot of the actual story

There'll be similar parts, but not the whole thing (so it's not completely boring lol ^^)

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