Midnights Scarlet

The Beginning

      

Bandersnatch High is not what you would call a "normal" school. It has your gym class, art, pottery class.. so on so forth. You have your what we call the Bander-Snatched Cheerleaders, the Jabber jockeys, the blue book caterpillars (book worms), and you have The White Rabbits (shy kids). Once you come into the school, you can kinda tell who falls into which category. Then there's people like me, who don't fall into any. Our class system is sorta weird. Well England is just weird. We have 4 classes as normal each day, but we have an A-day, an B-day and a C-day. 4 core classes A-day, 4- extracurricular classes B-day, then on C-day you can choose what 4 classes you want or you could practice potions on the lawn. Which I preferably like to do. For a specific reason.. My dad said it was dangerous cause my aunt Alice drank some potions, then put them in her cake with mushrooms and it made her go crazy. Like she dreamed we were in this place called Wonderland. And she had to get through this tiny door. And go on an adventure to kill a Jabberwocky with a vorpal sword. To me when I was younger, I just thought they were fun bedtime stories. Till this day I can't believe they were her hallucinations. After I told my dad, She was put into an asylum. The night that happened, she swore she saw a blue butterfly in my room. I watched her eyes follow whatever imaginary thing she was following as she whispered "Oh, Absolum, you silly, silly butterfly." she said in her soft cockney accent followed by a gentle but playful chuckle. Then her eyes followed it to my face. "I got you now!" As she said playfully before she lunged. Scratching my face in the attempt to grab the "butterfly". But as she did, I felt blood drip, but the blood wasn't coming from me. It was from her. I looked up just as a drip dropped in my eye. I blinked, hoping to get it out somehow. But then I saw it. I saw the freaking blue butterfly. All this time I thought maybe she was crazy. But till this day I just realized that maybe it wasn't the potions that made her crazy. Maybe it was a genetic she was trying to get rid of by using potions. It had to have been something passed down to her from generations. And it was making her crazy not being able to figure it out. Now to honor my Aunt Alice, I will figure out how to help her undo this curse. Cause if it works for me it might work for her. Till this day I see that blue butterfly and just think about auntie in the straight jacket. But luckily I get to see her tomorrow.