Delia greeted her new friend with a smile. Despite the horrible things that had happened that day, it was a relief to see a familiar face.
Apparently, she wasn't the only one seeing a familiar face. Across the room, that snobby girl (Delia had forgotten her name) ran, laughing, into someone's arms. Looking over, Delia saw that it was a guy with chestnut brown hair and matching eyes. A whip hung on his waist, and he wore a heart-shaped earring in one ear. Rolling her eyes, Delia looked away, and back towards Kyoree. Unfortunately, she had pulled the handsome stranger up near a small podium and was introducing him to the competitors.
"This is Emile," she said, smiling. "He is an escort from the Queen of Hearts to guard her competitor. The only time he will not be allowed to be by her side is, or course, during competitions. Teodora, come up here." Teodore stood gracefully and stepped over to Delia's friend.
"Emile," she murmered, standing on tiptoe, lips puckered. While her eyes were closed, her 'escort' sighed and gave her a peck on the lips.
"Hello, Teodora," Emile replied wearily. All of the girls smiled at him, looking, to Delia, like a school of phirana wearing very fancy clothes. Poor Emile, she thought. A memeory at the back of her mind stirred. She dressed similarly to him, without the hearts. Black and ripped jeans and piercings. Red. Dark blue and purple. But just as quicklky as it came, the memory faded. Delia shook her head, trying to remember. What was up with the amnesia? Shouldn't she have remembered by now...?
Her thoughts were interrupted by someone coughing. Everyone in the room had been staring at her, curled up into a ball. She'd been biting her nails without realizing it. "Sorry," she said hurrilly. "Just thinking."
"That's good!" Kyoree replied. "I think too, sometimes." Emile laughed, but everybody else just went back to looking dreamily at Emile and Teodora. "Anyhow," Kyoree continued,
"Don't think anything of it if you see Emile roaming around- except, of course, at night, after curfew." She winked conspiratorially at Emile, whose expression was some strange mix of disgust and amusement.
Where have I seen that before? Delia remembered someone laughing and telling her she had a dirty mind. Who?
What was up with this amnesia?
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The Alice Games
FantasyApplying for the Wattys 2014, because what the heck? This is another story dedicated to my friends; this time Emili, Kylee, Dylan, and Christina. It's a fanfiction of sorts, for Alice in Wonderland. I don't know which version of the story you're fam...
