In Wonderland ✔️

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A Far Away Land

Jemima had always wanted her own Prince Charming. She'd daydream of a man in shining armor as she cleaned the fireplace and dusted the shelves, so when her neighboring friend, and fellow servant, Ella wrote her a letter about how she found her own Prince Charming (named Charming) and that they were getting married (Ella also forgot to mention that a movie was going to be made based on Ella's fairytale ending), jealous couldn't even describe what Jemima felt. Where was her Prince Charming? Why was she still stuck in a dingy attic scrubbing her master's shoes while Ella got to prance around in sparkly gowns? Why was she the unlucky one?

Days passed by quickly, as word on Ella's marriage got around. Jem wanted nothing more than to attend the wedding. Maybe there she could beg Ella to release her from this hell hole. But the invitation never came. Her masters got fancy printed invitations all personalized for each of their names, but none came for Jem, and when she'd ask if any invites were for her, they'd look at her as if they couldn't believe she'd ask such a question, and laugh mockingly whilst throwing a dirty shoe at her. Jem was miserable.

On the night of Ella's wedding, Jem stayed at home sobbing into her dusty pillow. Mountains of dishes pile up on the sink, as she just couldn't muster enough energy to clean them. She couldn't believe her closest pen pal and only friend didn't invite her to the wedding. Remorse and anger resurfaced in her eyes.

Suddenly a blinding light shot her in the eye, as a silhouette of a woman appears. "Oh Jemima, why are you so down in the dumps?" The lady asked. Her voice was like silk and for a moment, Jemima wanted nothing but to fall asleep with the calming tone of that voice, but she snapped out of it, and tried to make out who's talking to her. Jem stared up to the woman, with thick black hair, and red rosy lips, something Jemima would kill for. Anger bubbled up to her head. The woman sensed this, and laughs. Her laugh was tinkly and light. "Jemima, why do you think Ella didn't invite you? Such a friend she is, don't you want to take revenge?" The lady further prodded. Jem is torn. Her mom always told her to never seek revenge, but now the anger and pain was just too much to hold, and it was starting to spill out. She emitted a growl and nodded her head. The woman smiled lovingly. She raises her hand and snaps once.

Jem woke up to the woman nowhere in sight. Instead, a majestic gown and a tiara sat in front of her, waiting to be worn. She put them on. She glanced at the mirror. She looked like a queen. She smiles. She spotted a scepter at the edge of the room, and she grabbed it. It glowed for a moment before shooting out a jet of darkness. Jem was shocked, but she recovered almost immediately. Joy and greed consumed her mind, as she burned her dingy bed to flames. Just then, the front doors of the mansion opened. "Jemima! You little rascal! Why are these plates still unclean! Do I need to spank you again?" Her master hollered from downstairs. Jemima smirked and waltzed down, to be greeted with gaping mouths, however, instead of complimenting her dress, they started laughing. Jemima's anger took over and she aimed her scepter at all of them. The glint in her eyes was enough to make the family freeze in their tracks.

"Off with your heads."

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Once the deed was done, Jemima glided out of the palace that has been her prison for 17 years. She was oblivious to the lone invitation stuck at the back of the mailbox. 'To Jemima, From Ella' it wrote.

Jemima wanted revenge, and she could start by finding that certain blondie in a wedding gown.