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It's a newer version of Alice in Wonderland . . . Alice goes to a party, gets druggged, and hallucinates everything that happens in the original story. [782 words]
I woke up to the sound of the window screeching open. She was dressed in all black with major makeup on. "Don't you dare rat on me, " she snarled as she spotted me staring at her blindly. My cat looked up to the sound of 'rat'.
I knew she was going to a party, and I wanted to go too; I needed to live a little. "I won't tell if you take me with you," I was pro when it came to black-mailing people.
"Fine Alice. But you make me CRAZY!"
I jumped into my hottest outfit and ws out the window faster than you can say HUGE trouble.
At the party I was probaby the only one not drinking liquor. Some strange dude, who reeked of tobacco, stumbled over and hugged me,then thudded away faster than he came. My diet Cola had just started fizzing and popping emmensly, but I didn't notice and didn't care. How could I have known that he slipped a drug into it as a dare? I surely didn't, because the hallucinations began almost instantly. I stumbled into a bedroom and before I stop myself, I was falling into some endless hole with some freaky albino rabbit in a suit - what a freak. ANd besides, I'm a cat person, rabbits scare the heeby-jeebies out of me.
After what seemed like eternity, the falling stopped and I hit the harder-than-concrete ground, flat on my back. After laying there for a while, then standing up, I became curious. So I followed that fancy-schmance bunny into a room of doors. On the left sat a tiny door, which of course I couldn't fit, but the rabbit hurdeled through with great speed. Just my freaking luck. As I became increasingly bored, I glanced around the room. Lying there on a slickly varnished coffee table, was yet another fizzing coke just calling my name. "Well, maybe if I drink it, I'll turn into another dress-up bunny," I blurted to myself sarcasticly. As I gulped it, I not only felt refreshed, but I turned into a blonde haired, perfect skinned, blue dress, tights (yuck!), and shiny black-shoed little girl. "I would have rather been the bag of rabies . . . Ooooh another drink - I wonder what it could do to me?" as it turns out, the blonde hair made me a total ditz, too. This unfortunate drink made me three times bigger than Shaq. "What the hell is going on? I don't feel sad at all," the words popped blatantly out as giant tears streamed down my now perfectly rosy cheeks.
The whole place was quickly engulfed in salt water when I noticed a 'special' brownie sitting a top the table. "I don't think it could hurt," I spoke with my mouth full of brownie. And down I went - the size of a guinea pig but doubly cute and twice as stupid. Before I knew it, I was drowning in my huge tears, wishing I hadn't quit the swim team to spend time with my cat Cheshire. Who would've known his name would come back to bite me in the ass later.
I swam on and my adventure continued; I met a rat, ran a caucaus race, met a mad hatter (who I am almost positive was stoned), and finally met the Queen. I, Alice, was invited to play croquet with the Queen! But what the mighty Queen of Hearts did not know, was that I am the master fo croquet. Our family plays every Easter, and I am undefeated. So let's just say I kicked the witch of a Queen's butt, so to speak. She was INFURIATED! Her cheeks turned red as cherries, then the crimson-redness of them shaped into hearts, then split with fury! "Off with her head!
the shriek was so loud that it almost shattered my plastic black shoes. "OFF WITH HER HEAD!"
My eyes fluttered. "Off of the BED, Alice. Come on, we gotta go," my sister looked worried beyond belief. It was then I realized that I was still at the party. "Wait, what's happening?" I was utterly confused.
"We have to go - it's really late . . . COME ON!" she grabbed my arm and dragged me away.
My mom let me stay home today. After all, I was incredibly tired and had a pounding headache. She was a little curious about the charcoal rings under my eyes, which happened to be from my mascara.
I know realize how much I love my sister and that she honestly cares for me. She acts like she doesn't give a crap - but she saved me from that party, and she knows it.
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