Well technically right now we are the size of specks so why are we arguing about height? Although I am a slightly bigger speck than you. But yet again you are an incredibly attractive speck.

Also I am perfectly capable of doing my own homework I just don't like doing the effort part of it. I do ace all of my tests so it's not like I am missing out on anything

"well of course you will. Maybe not now, maybe tomorrow. Maybe not until college. Maybe you will know who it is, maybe you'll be shocked. Everyone has a soulmate. That's... Actually how the universe works. Every person has a soulmate assigned to them as a spirit and it's your job to find each other without knowing who they are yet." I give as the basic explanation. I actually spent a good part of my summer break studying spirit mating. Quite a fascinating subject.
Also @Vincent Goodspeed, you are like... Three inches shorter than me. You are only four eleven. I'm five two. you literally have to look up at me.

As @Sweetie opens the door, I take all of my many weapons and shove them back in the jacket. No way I am leaving them all here. I put on the jacket retie my shoes. They are always coming loose. We walk through the doorway, Sweetie in the lead. She knows this place like the back of her hand. But there is no way I am following the storyline. I mean I will go along with it, but I have to blow SOMETHING up. At least once. And make sure I stab as many non-existent creatures as I can. That is a top priority. Except for kissing @Vincent Goodspeed again. The first kiss was nice. But he is just nice in general. And funny and highly attractive. Although he is on the short side. Not to mention he "lets" me copy his homework in all of our classes because he cares so much about me.

Personally, there is no such things as too many rocket launchers. Or weapons in general. And I plan to blow every part of this movie-verse to bits and pieces.

"Wait so I can't punch you guys. Damn it. Ok..... What about this giant pile of weapons from my jacket." I grab a rocket launcher and begin tinkering with it. Making sure the bolts are tight enough and such.
"Why do you have four rocket launchers. Isn't one enough?" This was @Vincent Goodspeed.

What I hear leaves me giddy with joy.
"If your plan doesn't work we go with Sophu's plan." This was Hailey.
"You mean the punching each other till we wake up back home? Are you insane?" This was Vincent.

You know how everyone landed safely on @Sweeties hair? Well, everyone except me. I fell in late, which means i crashed right onto the floor. I left a me-sized crater as well. It magically fixes itself, repairing all the damage. I brush the dust off me and look around. I don't see anyone, except for a few specks on the ground next to a mouse hole in the wall. I get down to investigate, and the small specks splash me in this glittery potion. I shrink down to their size. The sudden change in size leaves me dizzy for a moment. As i stable myself, I find that the specks were Sweetie, @Vincent Goodspeed, and Hailey.
"What the hell was that?" I ask. I realize what was originally a mouse hole is actually a large door.
"Shrinking potion" This was Hailey, her frail figure hazy in the dimly lit room.
"And anyone know why we are in the world of a 1990's classic Disney movie that we all know but haven't watched in 10 years?"
"No" This was Vincent, rational even now.
"Politics" This was Sweetie.
"What do politics have to do with this?" This was Hailey.
"Politics are to blame for everything." Sweetie says this the same way she spews all her other adorable nonsense.
I think for a moment. "If this world was a dream, should we knock each other out in order to wake up?"
"That actually makes a lot of sense." Sweetie walks up to me cracking her knuckles.
"You guys stop. We all know Sophu just wants to punch people for the sake of punching people so lets not do that" This was Hailey.
"I'm taken back. Me? Enjoy giving people pain without life threatening injury for the sake of using their face as a punching bag? Why, I would never do that dear Hailey." Everyone stares daggers at me.
"How about we go through the storyline like the movie? We all know the ending." Vincent suggests.
"But what about punching people?" I complain.
"Alice in Wonderland was a family friendly movie. No unnecessary violence or action. We still have no idea of what is going on. Who knows what we could mess up." I stare at him for moment. No unnecessary violence? I take off my jacket.
"I guess I won't be needing these then." I shake the jacket. We all watch as my entire collection of pointy weapons fall out. Knives. Spears. Arrows. My bow. Shields. Slingshots. Harpoons. Crossbows. A few swords. Rapiers. Long swords. Katanas. A few scythes. Multiple rocket launchers. The entire process takes ten minutes. The look on everyone's faces was priceless. The entire room was silent except for the clank of my dangerous toys pouring out on the floor. I turn to Hailey.
"I absolutely love the jacket. Thanks for dying so I could have it." Hailey looks like she wishes she was still dead. Sweetie face palms. Vincent just sighs.
Then Sweetie looks at me, "Where did you get all of this?"
I give her the honest truth. "There was a reason I never let anybody look in my cabinets. This jacket is so much easier to hide my stuff with."

Also after this adventure can we have a couple days to just chill in between adventures?

Do I regret kissing @Vincent Goodspeed? No. Do I have any idea why I kissed him? No. Do I add this stuff into my writing because this is psychic HIGH SCHOOL? Yes. Am I totally confused because we are now in Wonderland? Yes. Do I thank myself for making the obvious life choice of filling my infinite pocket jacket with a bunch of shiny weapons because I like shiny pointy weapons? Yes.