Under The . . . Floor?!

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"Look at this stuff...." I sing under my breath, eating a salad. I've got to stay in shape for swim, and I already missed lunch. I need to eat SOMETHING. Just something healthy.

I glance over at my fishtank in the corner of the room. I needed to clean it.

I look again. Something's.... written on it. Water droplets hang on the outside, not dripping, not moving. And they made words.

ARIEL. YOU'RE NOT PART OF THIS WORLD. DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE.

"Whoa." I say, laughing. The water droplets fall away. Then quickly form new words.

Do you think THIS is a joke?????

A gaping hole appears behind me. "What the hell!" I scream, backing away from it, fork still in hand.

There's a loud smash, and my empty fishtank spills over, hitting me in the back.

I slide on the slippery-when-wet hardwood floor and fly face first forwards.

Right down the hole.

I scream out, sounding like I'm singing. The walls of the hole are covered in seashells and random objects. Pins and spoons and old cameras.

My fork digs into my thigh, but I barely feel it. I was still falling.

"I NEED HELP!" I call out, wind whipping my newly-dyed cherry red hair back.

There's a dull thump, and I'm on the floor. The hard, hard floor. In a place I've never seen before.

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