Alys In Wonderland

Chapter One

Bad Luck

Alys wanted to kill something. As in: scream at it, humiliate it in front of the entire planet, pour honey over it and leave it to the bears, drag it in the mud and dress it in the dorkiest clothes in the world, lock it in a dark room filled with greasy and old horny men, set it on fire, tell everyone it's deepest darkest secrets, shave off its eyebrows, slap it, and smoosh it under her foot like a bug. That would be nice.

This 'something' was a certain prep named Meghan. The Bitch.

Meghan had been her enemy since…well, since the beginning of time, since they had hated each other before they had ever met. Their entire lives depended on making the other one suffer.

Actually, that wasn't true. Alys just liked to imagine Meghan dying and roasting in a spit over a (very lovely) fire, not really do anything mean. Alys wasn't that kind of person. She hated Meghan, but she wasn't the evil type. Just demented.

Meghan, on the other hand, loved to humiliate her. This involved sleeping with every guy Alys ever liked—how did she know? Alys never told anyone, was it that obvious?—spreading rumors that she was lesbian, and one day even bringing a very high voltage shocking device to school and….well….using it. On Alys. Not fun.

But today, Alys really, really, REALLY wanted to kill Meghan. Meghan had gotten her expelled from the entire school district.

She'd have to move to go to another one. The Elk Grove School District of California was HUGE. She sighed, fuming over The Bitch.

Meghan had slept, yes, slept, so obviously by the way Meghan was giggling around him and he was pinching her stupid skinny ass, with the Principal, who made a claim that Alys had been caught smoking a variety of drugs, and had gotten into an almost fatal fight with Meghan, when Meghan was only trying to help a poor little seventh grader from the nearby school.

What bullshit.

Her parents had been fuming, not believing a word of Alys's, and now here she was, grounded, expelled, and a day away from moving to Oregon. Life really, really sucked.

She sipped on her Sprite and glanced at Wren, to her right, who was reading yaoi manga. Alys snorted gently and took the time to take in her friend's auburn hair, lightly brown skin, and quick, clever brown eyes. She would miss that face.

To her left, Squall and Crow were horsing around, much to her annoyance, because Crow kept leaning on her. The bastard. He was doing it on purpose, the pervert. He couldn't keep his hands off any of his girl friends (A/N: not girlfriends, girl friends!).

Squall and Crow were brothers, and though both rambunctious, energetic and light womanizers, they looked almost completely different. Squall was sun tanned and sun bleached, a typical surfer who loved the sun and couldn't stand staying inside with fake light and machines—currently he was by the window, closest to the light—and was full of laughter. Sometimes he was great to be around, he made you feel like life was worth living, but usually I got annoyed. He was just too damn happy.

Crow, on the other hand, was the kind of dark, sexy, mysterious bad boy that all the girls in our school practically begged to touch them. It was disgusting. And he couldn't keep his hands off Sparrow, Wren and I, although he's just playing when it comes to friends. His hair is the long, shoulder-length black hair that all girls swoon over. Ew.

On the other side of the table is Swallow, the only girl in my 'group' of friends that actually wears makeup. Wren and I have never really cared that much about how we look, although Wren is several steps closer to the preppy, sweet-pretty look. She actually dates regularly. Me, I've never dated. Swallow is blond, blue eyed and a little tan, your typical prep, but she's actually nice. You'd never really think a geeky, depressed social reject like me would ever be friends with one of the most popular girls in the school, but hey—Lady Luck isn't that mean.

Next to her is Owl, her brother. He's a nerd. He's the smartest one of us all, and gets straight A's. He's quiet and intelligent, and always reading a book to himself like me—except in my case that would be 'herself', heh—but he tends to get bullied a lot. Like me. He's very small and seems like he's still a kid, but he's really the oldest of us, turning seventeen in a few weeks. I'm only barely fifteen. He has very light blond hair, and his skin is ghost pale—he rarely goes into the sun, I think he only knows it from reading it in books and seeing its effects in video games. Creepy, huh?

The waitress finally arrived at our table with my order. Everyone had already gotten theirs and was eating it, while apparently the oven had caught on fire while cooking my BLT. That didn't even make sense. Why would you put a BLT in an oven?

Like I said, really bad luck.

A/N: AHEM. Sorry for all the descriptions . They are only in this chapter at first but they DO come in later on….you'll see why. AHEM again. Sorry for the confusingness of the first two chapters Alys OUT! End A/N