I'm sure all of you have heard of the story Alice in Wonderland. Its about a little girl who ventures into a world full of creatures never thought possible.
    Well, what if I tell you that Wonderland really existed, and that a "Alice" was chosen to enter every few centuries. And what if I told you that Wonderland is still waiting for its newest "Alice"?
    And what if, by the slim, slim chance, every "Alice" who has ever ventured in had never returned?

    I felt something, deep, deep inside, a slight tug in my gut, my heartbeat speeding up by the slightest drum. I felt a deep longing, and a sharp pang in my head. It'd been like this for about a month--just after my 10th birthday. I couldn't pay attention in classes, and couldn't eat anything solid. It seemed all I could was sleep and dream. My parents were worried, my friends put-off, my teachers disappointed. But I couldn't help it, and I certainly didn't care. All I wanted was.....something. I didn't know. I don't know. What could it be...? I had no idea. All I knew was that I wanted it, to the point of death.

    I sipped halfheartedly at my soup, while my parents munched on lobster and extravagant salads. They laughed and talked, trying to act like nothing was wrong. But I saw the quick flicks of their eyes as they looked at me, worried. I quietly sipped at my dinner, letting the warmth seep down my throat, my eyes half-lidded, tired, my black hair falling into my face. I had said I wasn't hungry, but they had insisted. I was too tired to even speak--all I wanted to do was sleep. So tired that, if need be, I'd sleep forever, and never wake up. I gurgled the last spoonful of soup and leaned back in the chair, picking the bowl up from the white dining room table. I thanked my parents for the meal, letting myself give them a weary smile, and took the bowl into the kitchen, my bare feet padding on the tiles as I set the bowl down on the clean white sink. I squinted at everything--the cupboards, the china set, dad's silverware collection--and felt my heart pounding in my chest. The bright white lighting of the electrical bulb on the ceiling hurt my eyes, and I hurried out. I rushed through the dark living-room, up the creaky stairs, to my room, slamming my door behind me. My breath came out ragged, my throat dry. I needed to sleep. Not even bothering to undress or take off my shoes, I crawled into bed and pulled the blankets over my head.

    Sorry, I was too lazy to write any more -_-'