Hatter and her best friends Chess and Queenie are three mad girls. They are all goths and all love Tim Burton. Life is too tame for them. But when they wander away from a dreary school trip, they get more than they bargained for.
(Note: This story is based on the life of me and my friends. Some names have been changed, some parts exaggerated, and others just plain made up. But Hatter, Chess and Queenie ARE REAL PEOPLE. If you insult my best friends I will eat you. Only joking but please don't hurt their feelings
Casie isn't real, so insult her all you like!)
Hi, my name is Hatter. Well it's actually Megan, but I'd prefer it if you called me Hatter. I live in an ordinary town and go to an ordinary school. I have two best friends who are far from ordinary. First there's Chess, real name Ruby. We've been best friends for years, through thick and thin. She's as crazy as I am, and just as big a Tim Burton fan. Then there's Queenie, real name Ella. We only met when we came to secondary school, but that doesn't make her any less of a friend. We stick together always, and nothing could seperate us, not even those snot-faced popular girls.
My story starts one summer day. I'd said goodbye to my westie Zero and headed to school. Chess and I walk. We were dreading that day. The school had organised a trip to a local castle.
"I'd rather be hanging out at our usual spot," I'd told her. Yes, Chess and I like to hang out in a graveyard. It's quieter there, and we can get up to whatever we want. We trudged in misery, aching to be anywhere else on that day. We finally arrived at school, and Queenie was just getting off the bus. We all met up and headed behind the math huts, our usual meeting place.
"You looking forward to this trip, Queenie?" She shrugged.
"I'd rather be at home watching Corpse Bride."
"I'd rather be watching ANYTHING!" moaned Chess.
"Even that spittle High School Musical?" I asked.
"Okay maybe not anything." I laughed. I stopped laughing when I spotted the snot faces sniggering a little way off.
"You freaks ready for this? You sure the sunlight won't burn you?" Casie Jones was the meanest, cattiest girl in the whole school. I don't understand how she's so popular.
"You got something to say Catty Jones?" I called. "Come say it to our faces?" She looked as if she was going to, but the bell went.
"I'll get you later, goth." Then she stalked off. The three of us headed to tutor. Our tutor, Mr Greyham, was explaining what was going to happen. I paid no attention, preffering to draw Jack and Sally in my book. I didn't notice Mr Greyham stood behind me. He picked up my book.
"Hm, very artistic" he mused.
"Naturally, sir." He smiled.
"Well for now can you concentrate? We don't want to leave you behind." Then he scuttled back to the front of the class.
"If only," I muttered.
I'd continued my drawing on the coach. I sat in between Chess and Queenie at the back.
"Woah Hatter that's great," said Queenie peering at my drawing. People say I've got a talent for art.
"Thanks. I'll draw us next." I flipped over the page and began scribbling out a picture of three girls. One was wearing a silver crown, White dress, jacket and boots. The next was a girl with blue cat ears and a tail, wearing a black and blue shirt, and blue heels. In the centre was a girl with slightly ginger hair and a green hat. She had an Irish green jacket and brown jeans.
"Awesome," Chess remarked.
"It looks like a Leprachaun," I sighed.
"No it doesn't!" cried Queenie. Just at that moment the coach grinded to a stop. Everyone filed off the bus. Just as Queenie was getting off Casie came from behind and shoved her off the bus steps. She tittered and Queenie got to her feet. Chess and I were furious. She only picks on Queenie because she's a bit shorter than us, but that doesn't make her weaker. Casie's as thick as a brick and doesn't think like a human being. She stepped gingerly off the bus and Chess grabbed her feet. I grabbed her legs. She was shrieking. We carried her over to a river and 'accidentally' dropped her in. It was hilarious. She made such a scene of it, like she was drowning. What a drama queen. She reached for the bank, and put her hand straight in a cowpat. That was the icing on the cake. Just then Mr Greyham rushed around the corner.
"What on earth is going on?" he yelled.
"Please sir, Megan and Ruby pushed me in the river!" Mr Greyham shot us a quizzical look. He was prone to Casie but this was new to him.
Chess and I gave him our most innocent look. I pointed at myslef.
"Who, US?"
We got off without a detention, but Casie would definetly want revenge. The three of us were careful not to make eye contact with her. We were led around this crumbling castle. We listened to this dull tour guide drone on about medieval times. Chess, Queenie and I payed no attention. We were throwing stones off the side of the castle, seeing how long it took them to reach the ground. Eventually we got pretty bored. Then I realised something. The tour group had wandered off without us. I grinned at Queenie. Queenie grinned at Chess. Chess grinned at me.
"This is too good" I said. We took the time to climb the ruins, which we had been forbidden to do. We through the castle, climbing in all the secret passages the tour guide hadn't even seen. We ran out of the castle and rolled down the hill, painting our uniform in grass stains. We lay at the bottom, panting.
"Well that certainly livened up my day," Queenie panted. I sat up. There was a gentle breeze. In the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something white flash past.
"Guys, we're not alone" I whispered.
"It's probably that brat Casie here to spoil our fun" Chess moaned. But I knew it wasn't Casie. I stood up, circling, searching for it. There it was again. A white rabbit darted out in front of us. Chess and Queenie saw it too. We all stood up, wide eyed. It stopped dead, and stared back at us. It's eyes were a delicate pink, and it wore a little blue waistcoat. It had a look of horror on it's face.
"Oh good gracious no," It muttered. It began hopping frantically away.
"Hey!" I yelled sprinting after it. Chess and Queenie weren't far behind me. The rabbit dashed out of the castle ground, and into a nearby forest. I scrambled throught the nettles and brambles, the trees tearing at my skirt. I could just hear Chess and Queenie behind me. The rabbit nose dived down a hole, and was out of sight. I stopped just before the hole, balancing just at the edge. Chess, however, wasn't as nimble, and slammed into the back of me. I flew into the hole, and Chess grabbed my hand. Queenie grabbed the other, and I was hanging, swaying. I could see them straining under my weight. They wouldn't be able to hold me much longer. Just then, Chess lost her footing and slipped into the hole with me, dragging Queenie with us. Queenie screamed as she slipped in. We were falling.
