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  Alice

  IN

  WONDERLAND HIGH

  RACHEL SHANE

  Dedication

  To Denise,

  For being my first critique partner and for still being the first person I send my drafts to today.

  CHAPTER 1

  If there was one thing I’d learned so far in high school, it was this: good girls are just bad girls who don’t get caught. I’d avoided detection for almost three years, perfecting my goody-two-shoes image so my classmates—and the law—would forget all about my unconventional hobby, a social killer best kept hidden, like an STD.

  And maybe if I’d kept up the façade I wouldn’t be faced with words that never used to be in my vocabulary: expulsion, ecotage, vigilante. Prison.

  But the thing is, if I had to do it all over again? I wouldn’t change a thing. (Okay, maybe I’d skip the part where I accidentally wore see-through pajamas in front a boy who was not my boyfriend.) What was a little blemish on my high-school transcript when it might save people? Save my friends? I had to keep reminding myself of that as I waited for the verdict on all my crimes. Or as I liked to refer to them, my missions.

  On the day of the first mission, I crouched in the empty school hallway right outside the teachers’ lounge, wishing my bones were made of titanium steel to give me a little more reinforcement in the courage department.

  “I still can’t believe you talked me into this, Alice,” my best friend Dinah Tenniel said. She was talking to me but looking at Dru Tweedle, my other . . . friend. The extracurricular activities had let out early and the teachers were all in a “meeting” in the gym, leaving the school open and vulnerable. Rumors had been flying that the meeting was actually a staff party, complete with an open bar and a hypnotist. If only we could hypnotize the teachers permanently.

  “And I can’t believe, after all my begging, all it took was a promise to be the school mascot with you.” I pressed my ear to the door of the lounge and listened for any sounds coming from within. To get them to finally agree to help me take action, I hadn’t just promised to wear the itchy uniform; I’d sworn to be the tail end. It was a two-part stallion costume, and someone had to be the butt of the joke, so to speak. It was Di’s brilliant plan to get close to the football team and have an excuse to talk to them. But hey, wasn’t that what friends were for? Having a companion for the embarrassing things. If anyone caught me breaking into the teachers’ lounge, stealing the school’s supply of letterhead, and donating it to the recycle center alone, my reputation would be as endangered as the rainforests.

  “All your other mission suggestions were lame. But this one?” Dru nodded at the teachers’ lounge, her rope-colored hair swinging with the movement. “It might even get the attention of—” She met my eyes and snapped her mouth shut. “No one.”

  “That’s right, because no one can know it’s us,” I said. “Think unsolved mystery.” I tried to ignore the ache in my chest at the brief exchange that flitted between Di and Dru. Ever since Di had brought Dru into our duo over the summer, I seemed to be more on the side of the inside jokes. They’d even started dressing the same, both currently decked out in unfortunate white pants and even more unfortunate hot-pink shirts. I was of the belief that if your school didn’t require a uniform, you didn’t create one yourself. Hence my nonconformist jeans and white T-shirt.

  I pushed myself into a standing position and faced a row of red lockers opposite the door. “I don’t hear any noises. I think it’s safe.” That would be your cue to open the door, I coached myself even though my arms dangled at my sides like useless pendulums.

  “‘I think it’s safe,’” Dru mocked in a high-pitched voice, complete with a giggle. “That sounds like a line a boy says when he doesn’t have a condom.” She made no effort to open the door. Di echoed the giggle only a beat too late.

  “I’ll check it out first.” My voice came out steady even though my fingers shook as they wrapped around the cold metal of the doorknob. I stuck out my chest in hopes it might fool my brain into thinking I was brave. As soon as the door opened, the sound of another door slamming made me let out a tiny yelp and stumble inside the room. The girls screamed and pushed the door shut behind me, sealing me inside the lounge alone. My pulse segued from lazy to marathon. I squeezed my eyes closed, waiting to get caught.

  When a year of silence passed by, or at least what felt like one, I crept forward. My sneakers squeaked in a desperate attempt to announce my presence. Traitors. Aside from being packed with paper, the room was otherwise empty. Awesome. My imagination went straight from playing by the rules to hearing things. Or maybe the sound had come from the door on the opposite side of the room. Since no one stood in front of the coffee maker ready to bust me, a teacher had probably left the door ajar and the wind from the open window had blown it shut.

  I repeated a new mantra in my head: paranoia is for wimps and potheads.

  I strode back to the door and poked my head outside. The girls huddled in a corner, whispering, and I let out a relieved breath that they hadn’t abandoned me completely. “Come on,” I waved them forward. “Coast’s clear.”

  I headed to the copy machines along the far wall, next to the phantom-like door. A metal shelf leaned beside them, where about twenty cases of letterhead-paper reams sat like pirate’s treasure waiting to be conquered.

  Dru rolled her eyes at the cases of paper. “I know what you’re thinking, but there’s no way we can carry those out.” She shook her head. “No how.”

  Di nodded. “If it was possible, I’d totally help. But it isn’t. Otherwise it would already be done. That’s logic.”

  Nonsensical logic. “There’s three of us. We can each take a few reams.” I injected my voice with a heavy dose of cheerleader pep. Quite a stretch, because perkiness didn’t exactly come naturally to me, not when there was so much to be pessimistic about. “Here, get the other end.” I slid a case halfway off the shelf.

  “I’m not carrying anything.” Dru plopped onto one of the round, gray tables in the center of the room.

  Di glanced at her, then at me, before dropping into a seat at the table. “Contrariwise, I can probably only lug one of those. I thought you had a plan?”

  “Love that word,” Dru said. She’d been encouraging Di’s obsessive usage of contrariwise after they discovered it in English class. I didn’t get what was so hilarious about it. “And anyway, Di’s right. This is dumb. Recycling all that paper?” Dru lounged on the table like she was on a throne, talking down at her royal subjects. “Let’s each grab a ream and use it to exchange notes during class.”

  Di’s face lit up. “Yeah, it’ll be like an inside joke.”

  Oh great. Another one. “Guys, please,” I pleaded in a small voice. “I really want to do this. The school’s wasting paper by ordering such fancy letterhead instead of buying recycled.” I knew my friends were only helping for the thrill of pulling a prank on the school. Teenage rebellion and whatnot. And since sewing a spandex superhero uniform and crusading all night to save innocent trees only worked in comic books, I’d take any help I could get. Especially when I knew my friends were my only hope.

  The thought of failing again made my throat tighten. The petition I’d created freshman year to get a farmers’ market started had received more snickers than signatures. And my classmates had never forgotten the time my parents got arrested after chaining themselves to a tree in front of the school—wearing only Adam-and-Eve-inspired leaves—and chanting, “Protect Alice, protect all of us,” when all they really meant to do was prevent the school’s expansion into the forest. Even today, some people still watched me as if waiting for me to strip down to foliage and prove craziness was hereditary. My parents had left behin
d a legacy of unfinished missions when they died, and if I didn’t complete them, no one would. I’d disappointed them so much in their lives; I couldn’t do it after their deaths, too.

  “Please. This is important to me.” My voice cracked. “It may not change anything, but it could get the administrators thinking.”

  “About how awesome we are.” Dru studied her sparkly-pink nail polish.

  “ ’Bout time they knew,” Di added.

  “So you’re still in?” I jumped up and down in excitement, though I wasn’t sure why they’d suddenly had a change of heart. “We’ll find something to make it easier to carry this out. Like a rolling chair or something.” My eyes roamed over the kitchen area, messy with exploding-lunch residue. Unless we planned to shred twenty cases of paper with the paper cutter, we had to find another way to smuggle them out of the room. I backed up to lean against the wall when something hard stuck into my spine. I turned around to find the other door. “Let me check in here.”

  As soon as I entered the room, I exhaled sharply. A teacher stood in front of a large, metal shelf, slipping some colored markers into her messenger bag. She snapped her head toward me and the ends of the white scarf that was tied around her head flopped over like bunny ears. Her icy-blue eyes pierced mine just before her lips curled into a smirk, and I realized she wasn’t a teacher at all but a fellow classmate. Whitney Lapin, the girl who was never prepared for class was . . . making a grand attempt at change? Perhaps attempt wasn’t the right word to follow grand; more like larceny.

  “I, uh—” I bit my lip and backed up a step. The amount of sweat that had pooled in my armpits made my white T-shirt illegal according to the school’s banned clothing list.

  Whitney waved her palm in the air in a whatever gesture. She hopped behind the shelf she was perusing and rolled a TV cart from behind it. “I believe this is what you’re looking for.”

  I blinked at her.

  “I assume your silence means your lips are sealed about this.” She pointed from herself to me.

  I coughed to free my wimpy voice. “What are you doing? In here.”

  “Waiting for you.”

  I tilted my head, confused.

  “To leave,” she added after a moment.

  “Why?” I strode forward and grabbed the cart.

  “Seems sneaking into the teachers’ lounge is trending right now.”

  That second door slam I’d heard. It was Whitney rushing in here to hide. I glanced back at the closed door. “I’ll distract them so you can slip out.”

  “Don’t waste time. I can take care of myself.” She slid a few graphing calculators into her bag. “Besides, I’m kind of curious to see if you can pull this off.”

  “That makes two of us.” A frantic aching began in my chest, and even though it probably indicated my fear of failure, I straightened with the realization that maybe it was a desperate need for success. I wanted to prove to Whitney, to myself, that I could do this. With my posture a little bit straighter, I inched the cart toward the door. “Thanks, by the way.”

  She waited until I was almost out the door before she whispered, “Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”

  What the . . .

  Back in the main room, the girls stopped chatting when I dragged the cart through the door. They looked up with wide eyes, like they’d just been caught in the act. What act, I didn’t know.

  I pasted a smile on my face even though gravity tried to weigh down my lips.

  “Oh, good call on the cart.” Di hopped off her chair, then caught herself and twisted back to Dru. “I mean, if we were going to go through with it and all.”

  Dru let out a big sigh. “Might as well. But this prank better go viral.”

  We learned pretty quickly that the cases wouldn’t fit within the metal frame of the narrow TV cart. Each tick of the clock increased the tempo of my heart. The meeting a.k.a. teachers-behaving-badly fest wouldn’t last much longer. Dru ripped open the cases with a pair of scissors while Di and I stacked the reams of paper in a Jenga-formation on the cart. Each time the wheels rolled forward, the reams jiggled.

  When we finished the third case, the cart was only halfway full, but we couldn’t risk getting caught. I stood up and clutched one side of the metal frame. “Di, help me push. Dru, get the door.”

  She moved in slow motion to the door, but at least she obeyed. A rare feat for her. She must have been getting sick.

  Despite a rough time keeping the wheels straight, we cleared the doorway on the second try. I’d never even set that kind of stat in gym class. We made it all the way through the short hallway leading from the teachers’ lounge when I heard soft footsteps coming from behind. Whitney escaping.

  Dru stood in front of us, directing our path like an air-traffic controller. She’d see Whitney any second. Before I could think of a better plan, I shoved the cart forward, desperate to clear the turn coming up so Whitney could escape sight unseen. Because, the thing was, I trusted myself to keep my mouth shut. But my friends? They traded gossip like a hot commodity.

  “You’re going too fast!” Di shouted just as the cart broke free of our grasp, gaining speed. Too much speed, in fact. I’d only meant to get us closer to the corner, but the cart was sailing straight toward Dru and the opposite wall. There had always been a rumor that the hallways were slanted, but I’d figured it was something the seniors told freshmen to screw with them. Guess uneven teaching wasn’t the only thing the school had a problem with.

  Dru hopped out of the way just in time for the cart to crash into the opposite wall. Reams flew off the stack and smacked the floor. As if the first crash hadn’t been loud enough to alert 911. I spun around to check for Whitney but didn’t see her. I let out a relieved sigh. At least I’d done something good. Helped the girl who had mysteriously helped me.

  “You pushed it right at me, Alice!” Dru jutted out her lower lip.

  “I lost control.” I knelt down and scooped up a ream of paper, avoiding her eyes.

  “No how. Like I’m supposed to believe that. I have eyes, you know.” For extra emphasis, she pointed to them, as if I didn’t have them as well. Thank you, Captain Obvious.

  “Stop arguing, okay? Someone might hear.” Di darted her eyes around the hallway. Faint music thumped from the gym in the next hallway over, where the teachers were probably shaking their booties.

  “We need to get this cleaned up.” I set the ream of paper on top of what was left of the stack and grabbed another.

  The music and a few whooping cheers blasted for a moment, then faded abruptly with the sound of a door slam. Heels clicked along the linoleum, growing louder as they approached our location.

  “Go!” I whisper-yelled. “I’ll distract them.”

  The girls didn’t hesitate. They broke into a sprint and ducked back down the hallway we’d just escaped from. Principal Dodgson turned the corner, arms already crossed in anticipation.

  Gulp.

  “Alice?” Her brow knitted. She was probably wondering why someone as blemish-free as me when it came to trouble was kneeling in front of my botched robbery.

  “I can explain.” My lips wanted to buckle, but I forced a rubber-band smile onto them. A halo to reinforce my innocence. “Just getting in some extra credit, Principal Dodgson.”

  She pursed her lips. “Why don’t we take this to my office? I find students are more . . . cooperative in there.”

  Cooperative, as defined by the high-school dictionary: intimidated, compliant, and fucked.

  CHAPTER 2

  Inside Principal Dodgson’s office, I focused on my lap, hiding my curled fists at my sides, while she popped two Advil and chugged an entire reservoir of water. The longer she stalled, the more time my friends had to escape—and I had to come up with a get-out-of-jail-free excuse.

  “I really do have to get back to the, uh, meeting.” As if on cue she hiccupped, a contrast from her sleek, brown hair that was pulled back from her scalp so tight, not a single strand
escaped. Sometimes I wondered if she’d surgically turned her hair into Ken-doll plastic in order to appear collected at all times.

  “I want to start an eco club.” I clasped my hands on the table and widened my eyes in the fake-innocent expression I’d perfected on my parents before . . . well, before their car crash turned me into an orphan. “You were in a meeting so I thought it would be okay if I took some paper to create flyers with.”

  I held my breath as she studied me with her bloodshot eyes. Sweat formed on the back of my neck. Note to self: criminal activities required full-body deodorant or at least a perfume shower.

  “Alice, you’re. A good. Student.” Her words had awkward pauses in the wrong places. “But an eco club?” The giggle that escaped from her mouth didn’t do anything to calm my nerves. Neither did the fact that she dropped her water glass en route to her mouth and it splattered all over her papers. She sat up straighter, peeling the papers off her desk and then acting like nothing unusual had happened. She cleared her throat and spoke her next words slowly, clearly trying to make them sound as normal as possible. “You never came to me about starting one, and frankly,” she said, looking constipated as she tried to suppress a hiccup that broke free anyway, “I don’t know why you would after all the bad press the energy shortage has gotten in Wonderland lately.”

  “I know that.” I decided to play her way. If I didn’t see anything unusual, maybe neither did she. “That’s why I was afraid to ask without reinforcements—like the flyers,” I added because while most towns embraced and even encouraged “Going Green,” Wonderland, Illinois, was more in favor of everyone “Going Black.” As in, blackout. The township had deemed the closing of the nuclear-power plant the fault of environmental activists—including my parents—and since we were all feeling the effects of limited electricity, most citizens were very vocal against practically anything with the word green. All the more reason I had to fix this.

  She hiccupped again, and a lopsided smile slid over her face. “Tell you what. You never gave me problems before. You clean up the mess right now and pick up trash on school grounds the rest of the week after class, and I’ll let this be a warning.”