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A fairy swatted her hair back.
Dawn blinked, and whipped her hand out to smack the fairy away. It tumbled in midair, stared at her, then huffed and flew away, as if to say, ‘How RUDE!”
She pushed back her ebony black hair. Bewildered, she looked around.
“This,” she said croakily, “Is NOT the school for evil.”
Surronding her were gorgeous girls blooming from the ground. A pit of shame was being burrowed in h her stomach.
Sure, she was pretty. But she had always prided herself on being MORE than a pair of goo-goo eyes and pouty lips. She didn’t want to be some brain-dead airhead who did nothing more than bat her eyelashes and smile on command. She had always convinced herself that beauty took you to the door but BRAINS made you open it. But here in front of her were girls that had banked on their looks and never had to use their brains.
And they expected her to be one of them.
Panic filled her her stomach.
I DON’T WANT TO BE A PRINCESS! she thought in panic.