A/N: And I am apparently not dead, amazing ain't it? Well, try to guess who had not only writer's block, but no inspiration, time, or energy really, to actually write anything? That's right, me! I started this story in like late June, so yeah, it's been a pretty long work in progress, mostly cause I got distracted with going to Disney World, band camp, school starting, having an AP, Advanced Placement, class, getting a cat, marching competition, football games that I am forced to go to for a grade, and so many other school things, you know basic stuff that gets in the way of writing, although I somehow got to write about three chapters in the past week, guess I just wanted to write. Anyway, point is, this story is quite different from what I normally write, because one, it's not Ouran fan fiction, and two, my writing style has changed a lot because although I've published nothing since I put my other stories on hiatus, I'm still writing all sorts of stories and am still trying to improve my style. To those of you that might have read that last chapter of SWJAPT, I'm actually quite sorry, now that I look back, I was a real whiner about getting reviews and stuff, and I'm sorry about that; so I'm going to try and turn a new leaf, I'll try to depend less on reviews to keep me going and more on just whether or not I enjoy what I'm writing, which I really do with this one, it's actually a lot easier to write because instead of starting half baked, I started when it was almost fully baked.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this story, which will be the first one I publish for quite some time, and I'm not pushing you or anything, but yeah, reviews would still be super awesome, just throwing it out there.

Disclaimer: All characters are the original property of Lewis Carroll unless otherwise indicated, I am not the owner and have instead taken creative liberty with the characters, I receive no monetary gain from writing this(which kinda sucks) chapter titles, parts of chapter titles, and quotes, while the original property of Lewis Carroll may or may not have been, altered or changed as seen according by myself.

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Alice, the blond haired girl, turned and looked at the brunette girl, who was now reprimanding her for some reason beyond Alice's understanding, but she silently accepted the scolding from the elder girl, who she knew as simply, Sister. Unlike Alice, the brunette girl had no special name that was all her own, she was only Sister, and so she would remain, until beyond the end of time itself and forever. Sister would have been considered pretty by all, if only she had a name; with smooth, unblemished, pale skin, and locks of chestnut, with honey brown eyes; of course, none of these pretty traits mattered, because Sister didn't have a name. Alice knew Sister hated that, she knew how Sister envied her because she had a name all her own, and Alice knew that Sister only took care of her because Mother and Father(whose names, if they had any, which did not seem likely, Alice did not know), told her that if she didn't, then she would be punished.

"Alice, are you listening to me?" Sister asked, glaring at the younger girl.

Alice stared quietly for a short time at Sister, before answering, "Of course, Sister."

Sister glared at Alice, but then walked back to the pretty, old house where they lived, Alice stared at the tall, tall, tower where she lived herself, hidden from the rest of the world, like Rapunzel in her own tower, but unlike Rapunzel, there was no prince who would visit her, and she did not have hair either strong or long enough to climb down from the tower with.

She turned away from the tower, not wanting to be drawn to it any longer and possibly get sent back up before her outside time was over. Alice walked along the edge of mirror-like lake, staring deep into its still depths, allowing herself to be drawn closer to the water, not at all minding how dangerously she was leaning forward.

"Alice!"

Alice reluctantly turned to see Sister rush up to her, and then drag her away from the lake, towards the house, where she called for Mother and Father, after they were told of what Alice had been doing, Alice was again scolded and received a harsh slap on the face from Father and was thrown into her dungeon of a tower room, the door made a 'click' as it was locked from the outside. She then walked over to the windowsill and sat upon the cushioned seat there, looking out at the trees upon endless trees, which gave way to a village somewhere in the distance, not too far for Father, Mother, and Sister, but further than the other side of the world for Alice. She sighed, but settled herself on the cushions and stared out the window, watching the birds settle on the sill outside, so close to touch, but the locked window, the key being with the countless others that Father had, prevented them from meeting; she barely noticed when the day had turned to afternoon, that lunch had been brought and taken away, and that it was already evening, already she could hear the footsteps bringing dinner to her.

The slot in the door for food plates to be slid through was opened and then closed, Alice stared at the tray that was presented to her; a carefully cut and decorated chicken of some sort, with neatly arranged peas, carrots, and corn, as well as a small, but adequate, helping of mashed potatoes and a small serving of gravy for the mashed potatoes, it was all topped off with a small vase that held a carefully arranged selection of wild flowers in it.

Alice cut away a few small pieces of the chicken, barely touched the vegetables, hardly skimmed the mashed potatoes, and poured none of the gravy, sometime later when they came to pick up the dinner plate, Alice could barely hear a small sigh from whoever it was outside the door, but nonetheless, she continued to absently gaze out the window. She continued to look deeply at the window, feeling herself being drawn not by the outside image, but an image of a reflection shown to her, she looked over at the real thing shown to her in the reflection.

It was her bookcase, in the reflection in the window, she saw something dash behind it, and she began to debate with herself, whether she should call for someone to come and check behind the bookcase, for it could have been a rather large rat that she had seen, or check herself what was behind there. She decided against bothering anyone and instead approached the bookcase, looking in the small space behind it to try and find something.

What Alice found was nothing of what she had expected, a small, toy rabbit, but all her toys were dolls, or dogs and cats, perhaps a few rabbits, but none like the one before her, for this rabbit was made from pristine white fabric with not the slightest speck of dust upon it, even though Alice knew the floor upon which it laid was extremely dusty. What was very strange about this rabbit was the fact that it was dressed, in a nice red coat and a pair of nice black pants, upon its nose, in front of a pair of shiny, red, jewelish eyes, were a small set of circular glasses, making her wonder if the rabbit did not eat enough carrots to keep its eyesight good, and peculiarly enough, it had in its hand what looked suspiciously like a real, golden, pocket watch. This confused Alice to no end and made the rabbit toy all the more curious, and so she pushed the bookshelf as much as she could, so that she might at least sneak herself close enough to the rabbit to investigate it further.

Once she was close enough to the rabbit, she reached out to pick it up with her hand, only for her hand to miss, as though she had miscalculated and the rabbit was actually further away than she had first thought. 'Hmm, how curious.' Alice thought to herself as she reached again, this time positive that she could catch the rabbit, again she missed!

'Curiouser and curiouser.' Alice thought to herself, reaching a third time for the rabbit, only for it to stand up of its own accord, run around her bookcase and instead rush under her bed; Alice, not being one to be defeated by a toy rabbit, launched herself under her bed, sure to have the rabbit cornered now, but instead found her hand no longer touching hardwood floor, and the rest of her body joined her hand in shock as she fell down the very deep and somewhat dark hole.

Alice was quite surprised, and for some time could not find it in her to even scream for how surprised she was, and so instead of screaming she thought, and wondered over how long she had been falling. "Hmm, well, considering how long I have been falling, and how long ago I was given dinner, I cannot have been falling for more than, hmm, let's see." Alice paused a moment in her speaking, should someone else be around she wanted to impress them, to count something out on her fingers, "Yes, it could not have been for more than an hour and so I must be falling at a rate of, hmm, I should say, about one hundred feet per hour or so, yes, that would be most right."

Alice smiled, having believed to impress whoever could have been near, but when no one either congratulated or corrected her, she instead frowned, for she had impressed no one. Then she looked down and noticed that a hardwood floor was rapidly approaching her and she closed her eyes tightly, thinking she would find herself in much pain upon landing on the floor, and was indeed surprised at what she found herself to have landed upon.