Down The Rabbit Hole

ONE

I am shit at covers lol so that'll suffice for now
Some Ocs will appear in here love will happen but not for my character I know everyone is all for the whole girl hooks up with musician in these crossover high school fics but not me I just wanna write a pure comical experience filled with laughs, shenanigans, bands, my favourite era and so thoughts of an actual girl like her inner thoughts, daily routines, things she likes things she hates, feelings of being the new kid etc. So I hope you enjoy this and look forward to your feedback it helps me to know what I need to work on lol

Let's begin (:

1. Kaleidoscopic Eyes Chilling Me To The Soul Reminding Me Of The Person I Once Was

Last thing I remembered was i was sitting down doing some writing. Next thing I know I'm waking up under my covers.

I must have fallen asleep. Weird I don't remember going to sleep.

I stretched out and threw the covers off of me. I felt a bit chillier than I usual do in the morning.
Why's it so cold?

I began checking to see if maybe I kicked off my pants during the night as I've been known to do. After searching for a good five minutes I found nothing only the clothes I was currently wearing which were paper thin. Too thin for my taste. And girly which really set me off.

These aren't my pajamas?! What the hell am I wearing?! Silk?! Lace!?

I began looking frantically around at what I assumed was my room and found I was missing a few things, like my TV was completely gone and the space instead stood a bookshelf. From where I sat I could see it was filled with weathered copies of numerous classics. I turned away from the peculiar thing and look at my nightstand for familiar objects.

But those objects were no where to be found, it seems that my cell phone and laptop had disappeared as well. That's very strange since I always keep them right next to my bed on their stands. Settled in their spot was a record player and an old looking one at that. I'd say it had to about the 1950s model.

Mom must've moved my things while I slept, she's known to do that at random times especially during the night. Let's see what kind of books I'm into here?

I got up off the bed and made my way towards the bookshelf. Scouring it for recognizable authors, which turns out all were there. I picked up one of my favourites, Alice In Wonderland. Then on a higher shelf I spotted another, Jane Eyre. Smiling I grabbed the book and placed it with the other one. As I turned away something caught my eye a book of poems by Edgar Allan Poe. I quickly put that with the others as well.

Where ever I am my taste in literature hasn't been altered.

Looking towards the turntable there was something in front of the nightstand where it sat. I made my way back over to the antique looking record player. When I looked down there at my feet were a pile of records. Curiously I sat down on the floor and poured over the sleeves of the new found record collection.

"Let's see oo Gene Vincent, Chuck Berry, Elvis, Hawkins, Wolf, Waters, Diddly, Perkins, Beach Boys, Calloway... Huh no Bob Dylan, or Buddy Holly that's weird... Oh well at least I have Sinatra, and BB King." I said placing the record of Chuck Berry on the turntable.

As soon the needle hit that record Roll Over Beethoven began filling my room.

I got the rockin' pneumonia I need a shot of rhythm and blues

Now this odd place felt more like home.