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Sam simply can’t keep this new information to himself! He has to tell someone that the magicless imp from another world isn’t a boy!

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“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Sam burst into the faculty room with his signature grin, the sudden entrance making Vargas choke on his eggs. “You’ll never believe what I just discovered!”

Trein chided his young coworker. “Sam, lower the volume.” Lucius mewled in agreement.

“Sorry, but this is major. It’s about the little imp who can’t use magic, Vi.”

“I have no qualms about a well-behaved pup like him.” Crewel’s eyes scanned across lesson plans for the first quarter. “The year has only just begun and he’s shown more responsibility than the entire pack combined.” Trein sipped on his tea with an agreeable hum.

Leaning back on the porcelain countertops, Sam made a passing remark. “Well, teenage girls do tend to mature faster than their male cohorts.”

“What?”

“What?”

“What?”

“Mrow?”

“Hm?” His eyes peeked out from under the brim of his hat. “Oh, that’s right! Vi is actually Vivienne.”

Crewel tapped his cigarette holder over an ashtray, removing leftover ash before it could pile up. His brows were furrowed. “And you know his how?”

“She was very direct with it.” His answer was flat. “My friends on the other side gave me confirmation, and they are never wrong.”

“So the Headmage has failed his responsibilities yet again.” Trein massaged his temple in an attempt to keep the stressed migraine at bay.

“Actually, he doesn’t know.” Sam countered. “According to the imp, no one knows--and she wants to keep it that way. Something about self-preservation.”

Vargas threw his hands up. “So what are we supposed to do?”

“She requests we keep it on the down low. Maybe keep an eye out for trouble-making boys.”

“Very well.” Trein instantly agreed.

“Seriously?” Crewel pointed a red pen at the senior. “I figured you’d be first against this, being so bent on tradition and all.”

“Leaving a young lady to fend for herself in an unfamiliar world would simply be cruel. Don’t you agree, Lucius?”

“Mrow!”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐧

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Trey Clover is need of ingredients if he’s going to help Ace bake apology tarts for their Housewarden. A trip to the on-campus shop reveals the second person to discover Vivienne’s secret.

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“Greetings, stray imps. How are you today?” They were welcomed into the shop by a grinning man dressed in purple. “Welcome to Mr. Sam’s Mystery Shop. What among my humble selection interests you? A charm from a secluded land? The mummified remains of an ancient king? A cursed tarot card?”

Vivienne was struck with a sense of familiarity. The aesthetic of his store, the colors he wore, the accessories that aligned his clothes, they were floating aimlessly in her memory. She didn’t know where, but she had seen them before.

It’s one of the many things she’s forgotten since her arrival.

“May I help you, little imp?” Sam popped into her vision. She jumped, so far in her own head she hadn’t processed Deuce and Grim wandering for the items they need. “Anything you may desire is here, I assure you.” The girl did a once-over of the store, failing to see the items that would benefit her. “Do you doubt my words?” Her mismatched eyes met with his once more. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll have it lickity-split. No problem!”

“Really? No problem?”

“That’s correct!”

She puffed, grinning with mischief. “Okay then.” Vivienne gestured for him to come closer and he complied, bending at the waist. “Don’t tell anyone but…” She held her hand up as if blocking the waves of voice from reaching Deuce and Grim, then whispered in his ear; “I need a binder and some bras.”

To say she took pleasure in his shock was an understatement. It was the most joy she felt since she popped into the world of Twisted Wonderland.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

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Vivienne Proulx, a young woman summoned to Twisted Wonderland, discovers she’s stuck in an all-boys academy. She decides it’s for the better to be a boy herself. At least until she can build good connections.

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It wasn’t satisfying, but it would have to do.

The tepid water did nothing for her aching muscles. The tub was practically leaking. And every few seconds a cold draft drifted across the room, freezing the droplets on her skin.

Vivienne sank deeper into the water in hopes of keeping some warmth. In an attempt to soothe the ache in her calf, she massaged the muscles with her foot. The pounding in her head was finally beginning to fade. It was torture sitting dealing with the ceremony and so-called Headmage when it felt like her head was going to explode.

‘There were only boys at that ceremony.’ Her mind trailed away, leaving behind splintering wood walls and cracked ceramic tiles of the bathroom. ‘If someone finds out I’m a girl, I may be kicked out. Then I’d be homeless for real.’

She released an aggravated groan into the water. Bubbles rose to the surface, breaching for only a second before popping out of existence.

‘I guess now I’m Vi, the boy who’s parents wanted a girl so that’s why he has such a feminine name.’ She threw her hands from the water and gripped the sides of the tub. Pulling herself up with narrowed eyes, “How annoying.” She muttered with venom.

Stepping out onto the tiles sent shivers down her spine. Shivers that gave her an unsettling sense of déjà vu.

What was she doing before she awoke in that coffin? It’s a blur.

Rain. She remembers rain. Pelting, freezing rain that poked into her skin like needles. It soaked her to the bone.

Eyes. She remembers eyes. Many pairs that shined an unsettling shade of green in a void of darkness. They fled the moment she saw them.

Clicking. She remembers clicking. It went off like clockwork accompanied by a flashing arrow. Why was that happening?

Music. She remembers music. A soft melody she couldn’t put a name to. It had something to do with stars.

When she left the bathroom, cladded in dusty robes that had been stowed away for years, Grim was sound asleep. He was curled into a ball like a true feline. Distant whispers echoed down the halls, telling the tale that ghosts have no need for rest.

Vivienne nestled beside her new companion in bed. The thin blanket she ripped from the chair did little against the cold temperatures. She cuddled into the warmth Grim emitted, setting her pride aside for the night.

‘This is hell.’

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𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭... 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲?!

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Vivienne Proulx is a woman transported to an academy of all-boys. She plans on playing the role of male, but if the secret gets out, then what can she do? This is the order in which the characters of Twisted Wonderland discover Vivi is a girl.

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The Only Woman . 🍁

The Social Star . ♦️

The Shadow Man . 🐸

The Teaching Staff . 🛍️ ☕️ 💪

The Rose-Red Tyrant . 🌹

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Next Time . ☘️

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The gardens of Heartslabyul are in ruins. Riddle, deprived of energy in every form, has begun to break down. Vivienne wasn’t the sentimental type, but a crying child was never comfortable to be around. A hug intended for comfort ends in the Housewarden discovering her secret.

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“…I’m sorry… I’m really sorry.” Riddle’s apologies fell from his mouth in broken sobs.

Vivienne felt a heavy weight on her chest, and with every cry, that feeling grew. Something about the scene was familiar. No. He was familiar. His tears, his desire to be free from the rules that tie him down, she’s experienced it herself. She doesn’t remember what caused it, but she remembers one thing for certain. At that moment years ago, all alone with red eyes, she wanted a hug.

“Riddle,” She knelt in front of the sophomore and yanked him against her chest. A muffled yelp escape his lips and a gasp came from Cater. “It’s… okay.” Getting those words out was hard.

His heart was only swayed by her words for a moment. There was a much more pressing matter. Or rather, there was a matter pressing against him.

The poor boy. His face was steaming, redder than it’s ever been.

Vivienne wasn’t quite tuned in to his reaction. She was remembering.

“Most everyone is mad here.”

“Get to the part where I lose my temper!”

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.”

“I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!”

Nostalgia. So much nostalgia. It made Vivienne dizzy.

A wacky purple cat. A caterpillar speaking letters. A mad man wearing a hat. A rabbit hopping with a watch. Dancing cards of every suit. A furious Queen. A blonde girl in a blue dress. That girl…

All alone in an unfamiliar world. Left to her own devices. It seemed to be straight from one’s imagination. It was all so confusing, especially to her. But despite it all, her fun seemed everlasting.

‘How useless…’

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With nothing better to do in this foreign environment, Vivienne assists a collared Ace Trappola in painting the roses red. His clumsiness triggers an incident that lands her on top of third year student Cater Diamond. He is the first person in Twisted Wonderland to discover her secret.

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He wouldn’t stop complaining about the collar around his neck. “It’s not like I did it on purpose!” Ace messily painted the roses red, splattering red on the green leaves of the branches and leaves. “I apologized, what more does he want?”

Vivienne huffed. “You’re insufferable.” Unlike her classmate, she was delicate with the brush, careful to swipe across the petals and catch any drips. “If you revere the Queen of Hearts as much as you say, then you’d learn the rules in a week, and things like this wouldn’t happen.”

“Memorize the rules?”

“Mmhm.”

“All 810?”

“Mmhm.”

“In a week?”

“Mmhm.”

“Are you crazy?!” He screamed, making the girl flinch her hand straight into a thorn. “Who can remember 810 rules that make no sense in seven days?!”

She hummed in response, plucking thorns from her skin. With morbid curiosity she dragged her bleeding finger across a white petal, effectively staining it red. Ace stuttered an apology, too disturbed to ask questions. “If you continue to talk so loud, he’ll hear you.” The boy did a quick surveillance of the gardens and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hiya!” Cater popped up around the corner, ripping a girlish scream from Ace’s throat. “You peeps have been making great progress!” He ignored the theatrics of his underclassman. “But it def looks like Viral Vi is doing most of the work. Way to go!”

Vivienne descended her ladder. “Are you the real one?”

“If I told you then it wouldn’t be any fun.” He poked her nose. “Boop!”

A chortle escapes her throat at his childish actions. “What do ya know, it can laugh!” Ace’s sarcastic remark was met with a harsh slap to his calf. Her attack made him jump and slip off the ladder.

Vivienne was almost crushed by his weight. Thankfully, Cater had quick reflexes and pulled her away. With too much strength. They toppled to the ground together, the junior acting as a landing pad and absorbing the force of the fall.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” Ace rolled around in the grass, exaggerating the extent of his fall.

Cater didn’t hear him. Neither did he hear Vivienne’s thanks. He heard nothing.

The only thing he was focused on was her chest against his.

“O… M… G…” The letters left his mouth in utter astonishment. Vivienne pushed herself up, practically straddling him. “OMG…” Confusion passed over her expression momentarily before she realized it. “OMG.”

She yanked him up off the ground with inhuman strength. “I need to talk to you for a sec.”

“OMG!” His cries vanished as Vivienne pulled him into the abyss of rose bushes, leaving Ace in the dust of confusion.

“You! You’re a--”

She hurled him against a bush. “Shh! Shut up!” Cater clamped his hands over his mouth, leaving the girl to release a frustrated sigh. “Don’t stop talking, just talk quieter.”

Cater immediately began to talk. “You’re a girl!”

“Oh, I don’t have the energy for this.” Vivienne dragged her hands across her face.

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