Little Red Riding hood had gone with a different approach to the classic fairy tale costume. She was certainly not your typical girl in red skipping off to see her grandmother. Oh, she had the red cloak alright. The crimson cloak draped over her form, swishing just below her knees where it ended. The hood was drawn over her head, touching down on her dyed black, wavy hair, darkening the rest of her facial features. She wore blood red lipstick to match the cloak.

Her clothes were simple. A red skirt with a white off the shoulder blouse on top. Over that was a tight black corset that made it difficult to breathe. But it was worth it. Brown lace up boots had her clunking across the floor and to the great hall though quieter than would be expected. And gently resting in the crook of her arm was a basket full of goodies and surprises, the perfect alternative to a purse for the costume.

But the feature that she had worked the hardest on, that stood out the most, her were the three bleeding, jagged slashes across her face. She was rather proud of herself for thinking of that one. She didn’t want to be your ordinary Red Riding Hood. So she smiled with her blood red lips, standing tall as she marched into the fantastically decorated Great Hall with her cloak and scars.