After Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the girl lost pretty much all sense of reality. She wandered around with a lost look on her face, touching things to make sure they were there and checking her height periodically. She could be found talking to caterpillars in the yard and steering clear of any drink that wasn’t water.
Her pale blonde hair was always kept out of her face by a black headband. Today, she was wearing white denim shorts and a light pink tank top that matched her Toms. Light blue, almost grey eyes looked around without really seeing anything. She mumbled to herself and tripped over her own feet.
A vicious cackle filled the hallway. Alice whipped her head around in terror and darted into an empty classroom as Scarlet Regina made her way down the hall.
The Queen of Hearts herself, captain of the cheerleading squad, Prom queen, all around diva. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a curly pony tail and she was dressed all in red, from her sparkly pumps to the low-cut tank top. Her posse of cheerleaders and boys followed close behind, dressed in black and white with dashes of red.
As she passed by the Mad Hatter and the March Hare they both bowed formally and exclaimed, “Your Majesty!” in mocking tones.
“Off with their heads,” Scarlet gestured towards them with out really caring, then burst into grating laughter again. Her crew joined in nervously.
Scarlet was extraordinarily beautiful, but her eyes were ice cold. Most people associate brown eyes with warmth, but not Scarlet Regina’s. They passed over a crowd as if everyone was below her. If she stared at you too long, you could feel your limbs start to freeze.
For the most part, her threats were empty. She didn’t really chop peoples heads off… anymore. But there were a couple of strange cases concerning students who had disappeared after getting into an argument with Scarlet. No one did anything about it; Scarlet always got away with anything she wanted.
The currently single, wannabe ruler of the school had her eyes set on Philip Grace. He and Briar Rose had split up shortly after Philip became Prom King and Scarlet was positive she was going to get him.
Scarlet peeked into the classroom that Alice had ducked into.
“Alice, dear, are we up for our croquet game after school?”
“Yes,” Alice squeaked.
“See you then, dahling.” And Scarlet sashayed down the hall, swinging her hips full force, as Alice scampered to her locker.