Alice, they called her. Alice Kingsley to be exact. She was a blonde girl with a blue bracelet on her arm.
She was sixteen. Alice was a girl of many talents. Some of them better known than the others. Her most famous one was that she could never lose her mind.
Alice was special because no drug ever worked on her. She was the drugless Alice. They had tried LSD, feeding her mescaline, a drop of ether, some amyls, pot, even a dash of heroin. But she had bravely passed all the tests. She couldn't be drugged.
She was a myth among her friends. She had only a couple of those.
But the people in her high school were fascinated. They all wanted to come up with a plan to get Alice high.
They had tried, but nothing had worked. Alice was undefeatable.
They had called her after school for some extra-studying and they had given her all sorts of pills and powders. They had encouraged her by taking everything themselves. They told her she had to go through this normal process. She had tried, really hard.
But at the end of the day, Alice was sane and rational. Very much awake. Everyone was shitting themselves, except for Alice.
In a heap of lingering bodies, she held her head high, suffering in silence. She could not lose herself.
Killing herself was not an option. She just couldn't get out of her head.
Eventually, they all gave up on trying to change that. They all gave up on her.
Except for one person. One strange boy.
His name was Tar. Well, people called him Tar.
His name was actually Tarrant, but he didn't like it, so he preferred Tar.
He liked solving problems and figuring out unsolvable problems.
He met Alice at a New Year's Eve party. He was drunk and half out of conscience. He was thinking how the world was screwed up and how he'd never come to a party again. Not a high school party anyway. The guys always made fun of him. He always got his glasses broken.
He was sitting on a couch, contemplating the face of a stranger across the room. She was a blonde girl, with wide, clear eyes.
Every line in her face was tense. But she managed to look bored.
She was playing with her bracelet, checking her watch from time to time.
It was clear she wanted to go. She was eyeing the door. She just didn't know what her first move should be.
She was the only girl in the room who was wearing a dress. She was wearing a grey dress with long sleeves.
On one side of her dress Tar thouht he saw the outline of a white rabbit.
He straightened his glasses and looked at the foreign shape again. It was definitely a rabbit.
He raised a brow in interest.
He asked the person next to him on the couch who she was.
'Oh, you don't know her? It's Alice. You know her, everyone does.'
'Alice who?'
'Kingsley something. She's a bit of an oddity.'
'Why?'
'Nothing works on her. No drug, no drink, nothing,' the guy told him in a slurred manner.
Tar thought it must be some kind of joke.
Shortly after that, Alice left the party.
Days after that, Tar asked around school about her. She was a year younger. She was in the Drama Club. She had average grades. And she was averagely pretty. She also had an average background. Her parents owned a small business and she had a little brother.
Also, the stories seemed to be true. She really was impervious to everything.
Everyone told him the same thing; the girl reacted to nothing.
He couldn't believe it.
He had never thought of Alice Kingsley, because he never even knew she existed, but now Tar wanted to solve the mystery behind her strangeness.