Wednesday
so if you came here looking for a magical adventure about some girl who went to wonderland, saw some white rabbit with a pocket-watch, and found a lot of random stuff, you came to the absolutely wrong place. yes, i know, it may seem from the title that this is about the classic story by lewis carol, or even the super cheesy Disney movie, but it's not. this is about my story. my friendships. my wonderland. but first, let me tell you a little bit about myself and my town.
so if you came here looking for a magical adventure about some girl who went to wonderland, saw some white rabbit with a pocket-watch, and found a lot of random stuff, you came to the absolutely wrong place. yes, i know, it may seem from the title that this is about the classic story by lewis carol, or even the super cheesy Disney movie, but it's not. this is about my story. my friendships. my wonderland. but first, let me tell you a little bit about myself and my town.
my name is Audrey Greenbrier. i live in the town of Alicen. named after, you guessed it, Alice Brendrie, that girl from wonderland. (86)
the story you may know and the story I know are probably totally, completely different. first of all, it was never all a dream. or at least that's what alice wrote, because about two year after it supposedly happened, she wrote a book about her adventures and her tales. and in that book, the storyline was a little different. but no one can ever find the real information out. only very few people will every know the true story. about 40 years after alice wrote her story, someone had finally read it, and decided to buy the story idea. it was then modified into to the story you all know.
Thursday
the story you may know and the story I know are probably totally, completely different. first of all, it was never all a dream. or at least that's what alice wrote, because about two year after it supposedly happened, she wrote a book about her adventures and her tales. and in that book, the storyline was a little different. but no one can ever find the real information out. only very few people will every know the true story. about 40 years after alice wrote her story, someone had finally read it, and decided to buy the story idea. it was then modified into to the story you all know.
Thursday
there are 2 main types of people in my town, the believers and the suspicions. the people that truly believe in Alice and her stories, and the people that believe that it’s just a bunch of phony baloney. i was always a suspicion, until one golden afternoon.
this whole story starts on a normal, average, boring old Wednesday. I came home from school, with my best friend, Denise. as always, she was telling me he research on why Alice story was oh so true. as always, i never, ever, ever, believed her. it just never made sense.Like, why would it be a rabbit hole, not a small door or something, and why did everything talk? it just never made sense. so, i pretended to listen to her as we walked along the small winding path.
Friday
i arrived at my house, ugh. since everything in this town is Alice and wonderland themed, my house looks like a fairy-tale puked on it. with the perfect rows of brightly colored flowers, the small perfect structure, and my least favorite part, the white rabbit shaped mail box. it looks like a little girl's playhouse. it's horrifying. but hey, at least it's comfy.
Saturday/sunday
The next morning i woke up to the blaring sound of my teeny-tiny, yet loud, super-duper-super-super-sales emporium alarm clock. that store is where we get everything basically, because everything is on sale, hint the name super-duper-super-super-sale. i got dressed, ran downstairs, grabbed some cereal, and packed my bag, and looked at my dad as he almost fell down laughing.
"What's so funny?" i asked, looking around for something absolutely hilarious.
"Audrey, what day of the week is it?" he asked, still slightly giggling.
"Ugh. It's Saturday, isn't it." i replied, knowing i was right.
"yessirree!" he shouted.
i thought this was going to be the longest weekend ever, not knowing what i was about to discover.
Monday
as i got up early to watch the Sunday sunrise as i do every Sunday, i saw something odd, yet familiar. something i never realized was there, but had known all my life about it. ugh!! i what's that word, uh, deja vu! yes, deja vu. but the thing i noticed was particularly odd. it just happened to be a medium sized hole, just big enough to fit an animal or a small person, including a young girl. could this very well be what my whole city had been looking for? is this really happening to me? no no it can't be. not possible. it doesn't exist. my head buzzed with thoughts and doubts. but eventually, my thoughts didn't overpower my curiosity. i went to explore.
by the way, there's this part of the story you've probably never heard. the white rabbit was running late because he had to do something that wasn't related to the queen of hearts. he had to pick his garden diamonds, which in my town, are believed to be sacred and possess magical powers. if you find these, then you've unlocked the secrets of wonderland.
Tuesday.
when i got down to the area of the hole, there was nothing. i knew there was something up with that hole, because i saw it and there's no denying it. this hole had to be special. it had to be The hole. and there was one person and only one person i knew who could help me. i called Denise. she was voted most likely to be a storyteller/detective. yeah, i knew she could help me out. "ring ring ring, ring ring ring!"
"ring ring ring, ring ring ring!"
"hello, this is Denise!" answered her phone.
"oh hi Denise, i was wondering if you could help me out with something." i said.
"haha! just kidding! this is my voicemail! leave a message!" blared her phone.
"ugh! hey this is Audrey. i need your help with something. and i need it now! call back really soon!" I said, almost screaming.
Thursday
denise called back in about 30 seconds, knowing it was something important. she came over in less than that.
Okay, what is it, what is it? are you bleeding, sick, or dying?" she asked
"im fine. well, sort of. when i woke up this morning, i saw this medium sized hole, and it gave me a weird feeling even though I never remember seeing it before it's just big enough to fit a young girl. or a larger animal. so, when i went to check on it, it was gone. denise, this has to be it! I'm no longer a suspicion, this has to be the way to wonderland! and we have to find out how to get there!" I screamed.
" woah, okay, you seem more excited about this than I do! first, to figure out why it keeps disappearing and coming back, and why you got that feeling, even though you don't remember seeing it before. then, do some research about wonderland, and stories about the portal. the, figure out a way to make it saty, and make it work. the test it, see if we can drop pencils or books or something down it. and lastly go. oh and we also have to do this while not getting caught.
Wednesday
i stayed up all night researching the mysterious "rabbit hole." as i read through my research, i saw that i was not the first person to see this. apparently, it only appears every few days, which meant i had to work fast. if it appeared on Sunday, it was most likely to appear around Wednesday or Thursday. this time i was going to try to make it stay, at least for a while. this so called 'portal' is my job. i was put here in this position, in this place, to fulfill this job and figure out a way to wonderland . i just knew it.
Thursday
As the day approached, I had to get prepared. I stayed up all night for three nights reading and researching. People thought I looked sick, or crazy. I probably was, but I didn't care. This was my one chance to succeed, and I couldn't lose it. During school, I'm usually at the front of the room, answering all the questions, getting 100% on everything, you know, that kind of stuff. But this week, I sat in the way back, hiding my books and computer behind my binders and textbooks. Even my teacher started to notice something was slightly different. A teacher even came to talk to me. After that, I figured out that I had to keep my cool.
Tuesday
it was here. the 'portal' was going to be in my backyard, right next to the bog old oak tree, just as i had seen on Sunday. i woke up extra-extra early, but didn't get that weird feeling that i was expecting. i hoped, i hoped and prayed, i pleaded, i had to have it be there. i slowly, very slowly, walked up to my window. i peered through my window, just to see exactly what i was looking for. well, not exactly, yes the hole was there, right where i had imagined it would be, but something was different. the hole was smaller. since i was up just before the sun rised, i had some time to research the shrinking of the hole. i sat in the corner of my room, with my bright screen in the dark morning. i couldn't find much information, except i did find out the title of a book at the public library. i copied down the dewie decimal number, and went back to sleep for the little time i could. i made a plan to get that book, and figure out more secrets of wonderland.
Tuesday
it was here. the 'portal' was going to be in my backyard, right next to the bog old oak tree, just as i had seen on Sunday. i woke up extra-extra early, but didn't get that weird feeling that i was expecting. i hoped, i hoped and prayed, i pleaded, i had to have it be there. i slowly, very slowly, walked up to my window. i peered through my window, just to see exactly what i was looking for. well, not exactly, yes the hole was there, right where i had imagined it would be, but something was different. the hole was smaller. since i was up just before the sun rised, i had some time to research the shrinking of the hole. i sat in the corner of my room, with my bright screen in the dark morning. i couldn't find much information, except i did find out the title of a book at the public library. i copied down the dewie decimal number, and went back to sleep for the little time i could. i made a plan to get that book, and figure out more secrets of wonderland.
