A/N: I wrote a lot of this story when I was eleven, so be patient in the beginning parts. My writing skills are still being developed to this day! I'll let you know when we get to the me writing in current time part.

If you found this, congrats! You're still alive! I'm probably not. This is my diary, but instead of hiding it away in a little drawer, I'm sending it to my home world, so kids like me have a chance.

But in all seriousness, I'm warning you, don't copy any of this. I don't mean copyright or any of that. I mean like, just DON'T try this at home. Please, I can't imagine me being the cause of people trying to come here... only to be attacked by a zombie or wendigo, or a rampaging unicorn with exploding sparkles surrounding it. I wish I were joking, this is my life now.

So here it is, my life's story, after I become a 'hero' of a mythical land I didn't think was real. My collection of weird sketches and unnecessary amounts of sarcasm, and stupidity. (Oh, and me screaming my head off for an hour because Bailey thought it would be funny to put cockroaches in my macaroons.)

I suppose I need a proper introduction of me and my travel buddies? I am Alice Moore, a girl who is probably dead by now. My best friend, Bailey Langford, and I were dragged into this crazy wonderlandiful-like world. (No pun intended on my name or anything.) We met a crazy dwarf who is obsessed with throwing axes, a dragon who prefers marshmallows over steaks, and an extremely gothic fairy. And that's not even the worst of it! Yay... But to properly understand what's going on, I should probably start at the beginning...