The Mad Hatter

“Everyone could see him coming. Braylon Barmy; the Mad Hatter. He towered over everyone in the class, standing at 6 feet three inches, accentuated by the floppy top hat he always wore. The sign on the side of his prized hat was barely legible, advertising some sort of sale using curly script. The hat itself was covered in patches of clashing materials, helped along the orange curls of hair peeking out from underneath.

The suit jacket that Braylon favored was much the same way, a deep purple velvet, with a gratingly bright orange patch pocket, a lime green shoulder, and mis-matched buttons.

His trousers had seen better days, certainly. They used to be white, now a dingy cream color, with a ragged hole exposing Braylon’s left knee. The pants had been drawn on using several shades of Sharpie, in designs of tea cups, playing cards, and rabbits.

As usual, gracing his unusually long feet were a pair of orange converse, custom made. The laces looked like they glowed in contrast to the dirty pants.

Ever present at his side was George Hare, the snooty know-it-all. His dark red hoodie was immaculate, showing just the collar of his bright white button-up. There was nothing too remarkable about his appearance except for his hair. Amid the straight black mess as a shock of white, running from front to back, on the side of his head. No one knows how it came to be. It just was.

And so the slightly raucous pair strode the halls of Wilhelm High School, laughing and arguing boisterously.”

I read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and was playing around with the idea of these characters in their teenage years. If you like this, please let me know and I’ll do more 🙂

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