Hello! I am not new to here, but I haven’t been on in months because I have been really busy. I have come back and plan to continue working on my story. Because it has been so long since I have been on, here are all my earlier chapters and my character’s bio. Please let me know what you think and I am in the middle of writing the next chapter!
Name: Pamela Woodlit
Origin: Great Granddaughter of Snow White and her prince
Fingertip Glow: Midnight Blue
Personality: Does not bother in class much but could certainly do better, is pretty much your average student at the school for Good, but will do ANYTHING to be noticed or liked. Is not afraid of much but is very proud of her looks. She is very blunt and is not afraid to speak her mind at any time, is partial to lemon meringue pie and loves attention.
Appearance: Very much like her great grandmother. Very fair with black hair grown to her waist (and just so you know she is growing it longer, she has a secret ambition to be a Snow White – Rapunzel combination, it will get past the floor before she graduates!)
Pet: A white dove that attached itself to Pamela when she was born and never leaves her side for unknown reasons.
Pamela Woodlit gazed out the window of Foxwood Castle. Today was the day. She had her flowerground ticket, her massive midnight blue trunk and was totally ready. The School for Good her she came. Her pale blue dress was at the perfect angle, her hair was styled into a perfect bow that matched her dress and her ballet slippers were spotless. She looked the perfect Good student and she intended to make her mark. But maybe not exactly what they expected. Because every Ever was going to love her. No matter what it took. She stepped out into the sun and walked towards the Periwinkle Line.
“Thank you for calling the Flowerground. No spitting, sneezing, singing, sniffling, swinging, swearing, slapping, sleeping, or urinating in the flowertrains. Violations will result in the removal of your clothes. Tickets?”
Pamela wasted no time in allocating herself as leader of the pack- or at least the other group of Evers not under the influence of the turquoise girl. She looked so drab, what anyone saw in her Pamela could not figure out. Soon she had met all the girls in her group and whilst half listening to the girls in her group plotted on how to steal the attention from the turquoise girls and also find out her name, because turquoise was not going to be a permanent thing. The train stopped again and this time when the skinny caterpillar shouted that the train had arrived at the next stop, Pin chirped really loudly and turquoise girl laughed. Unable to think of a suitable retort, Pamela childishly stuck her tongue out at her, careful to not drop any saliva because she did not want to breach any of the annoying caterpillars’ rules and have her clothes removed. The train journey continued and by then most of the girls were asleep, even though the train moved really fast, it was 8:00am, so everyone had been up really early to get to school. Remembering that she had gotten less sleep last night, Pamela pulled out a pocket mirror to check her eyes. As soon as she opened it, Pin poked his head in and refused to move, so she gave up and tried to shut it without closing it on Pin’s feathers. Annoying as he may be, she was not going to hurt him, who would hurt an innocent (well mostly innocent) dove? Turning around and smiling, she rejoined her group’s conversations. The current topic was all the ever boys and who would invite them to the snow ball. Then the subject turned to proposals and then to the Circus of Talents, which nobody really knew much about. Nobody really knew their talents, because talents were taught at the School for Evil and none of them were going there. They all figured they could learn some impressive spells or do something really Good. Pamela smiled.
“Maybe Pin could count as my talent? I must have done something to make him follow me around,” she suggested, which caused everyone to giggle.
Out of the corner of her eye, Pamela say the caterpillar walk up to his announcing spot and get ready to call the next stop.
“Now stopping at the School for Good and Evil. Thank you for traveling with the Flowerground and thank you for behaving accordingly to the rules.” He walked away and the girls started rising from the floor up into the ground and up through the roof.
Rising from the ground is pretty much as strange an experience as one might expect. The sight of around 200 beautiful Ever girls rising from the ground is also strange to watch, because pretty girls don’t just rise from the ground. Pamela finished rising to find herself in a beautiful clearing with lovely flowers with a sign that read:
The School for Good Education and Enlightenment
She looked to her left just in time to see the stymphs drop the Nevers into the half way bay and start swimming towards the black, rotten Evil castle. Pamela then turned behind her to see the magnificent School for Good, with it’s white domes and magnificent four towers- Purity, Charity, Honour and Valour. She noticed one girl standing slightly apart from the others and who she didn’t recall meeting on the train. She was a little bit short with thick brown hair and vivid green eyes. Pamela walked up to her.
“Hello, lovely to meet you. I am Pamela Woodlit of Foxwood. What part of the woods are you from?” She smiled and politely waited for a reply, but all she got was an annoyed glance before the girl stalked off, muttering to herself.
Pamela had no idea what to make of her, but she didn’t think anymore of it because a nymph came and dropped a uniform, some school books and a time table into her hands. Grabbing her trunk, she rushed into the School for Good, reading as she went.
Pamela of Foxwood
GOOD- 1st Year
Charity Tower 34
1. Good Deeds
2. Princess Etiquette
3. History of Heroism
To Be Advised
6. Animal Communication
7. Surviving Fairytales
Yuba the Gnome
Pamela got to her room as soon as possible. When she got there, there was a banner over the door reading;
WELCOME ARIA, PETUNIA AND PAMELA
Not recognising any of the names, she pushed open the door filled with curiosity and her pretty face set straight into a frown and her heart nearly stopped. Because she already knew Aria and Petunia, just not by name. Aria was mystery girl and Petunia was turquoise girl. Silently she cursed.
“Looks like it’s going to be a long few years, doesn’t it?” Pamela couldn’t have agreed more, no matter who it was coming from.
Hello everyone here is my third chapter in Pamela’s story! Read anything you missed if you want to @fairytaleendings and enjoy please!
Pamela needed to sit down or possibly even lie down. Her. And her. What were the chances that she would be paired with the two people she hadn’t been able to win over? Why? She knew they wanted everyone to try and get to know one and other and be Good like they were supposed to be, but who could manage it with them? Walking into the room as fast as she could manage, she placed her midnight blue trunk down next to the only available pink bed. She would have preferred midnight blue, but pink was fine. Then collapsed onto the bed, for a second forgetting who was in the room. But then she remembered and sat up straight, trying to look as composed and dignified as possible. Aria wasn’t looking at her, or anyone, and now that Pamela studied her she noticed Aria didn’t have a trunk and the looked like she had been dragged out of bed- literally. Her hair was a bit of a mess, she had no make up on and her feet had only thick bedroom slippers on, not proper shoes you would were anywhere but your bedroom. It was strange, most students that came to the School for Good and Evil brought trunks or suitcases full of supplies for the year. Pamela’s thoughts turned to Petunia, who was sitting on the edge of her bed, filing her nails. Pamela scowled and stared at her. She prided herself on being a Good person, but this girl was bringing the worst out in her. Shaking her head daintily, she focused on brushing her hair and fixing her make-up again. She only had a few minutes until the welcoming and all the Ever girls knew the boys were going to be there with their roses and she didn’t think any of the girls would think of even being there with a single hair out of place. Having a prince was a lot more important than having a date, it could be the difference between you failing and passing. If you didn’t have a date for the Snow Ball, you failed and no way was she failing and no way was she not getting a rose when Petunia had one. Quickly adjusting her uniform which a nymph had shoved onto her, quite rudely if Pamela thought about it, she noticed Aria didn’t have a hairbrush or make- up and her hair was actually a bit of a mess.
“Would you like to use my spare brush? Or my spare make-up kit? Normally you could go to the Groom Room but ranks haven’t been awarded so nobody can go in there yet,” offered Pamela giving the girl her sweetest smile. For a second, Aria’s confused, sulky expression changed and she looked kind of touched, before muttering a small thank you and taking the hair brush straight out of Pamela’s outstretched hand and going back to her closed up self. Pamela thought that Aria was really strange, but her thoughts were interrupted by Pin, yet again. Pin chirped, flew around the room twice before landing on her shoulder. Petunia giggled again.
“Seems like someone already has a prince. A small, white and exceedingly loyal prince, who will do anything to… remain on her shoulder!” Petunia then started to turn red trying not to laugh, only giggle, but it was very apparent that she was on the verge of it. Pamela heard Petunia’s laughter echoed by many and turned around to see practically all the Ever girls standing behind their door. Pamela turned red with embarrassment. At least there were a few girls who hadn’t heard it. But she could hear girls whispering about it and knew everyone was going to know about Pin before they even got to the Welcoming. Pamela felt tears rising up but then stopped for several reasons. One, crying made faces red and puffy, not a good for the Welcoming. Two, she would have her revenge. She would be the most popular by the end of the first year. Three, not all Ever girls could be as mean and cruel as Petunia, she was pretty sure some would at least want to be friends with her still. Of course, when she had started to really make her mark, they all would like her, but she was thinking about before that. She needed at least some followers to over throw Petunia. And four, she was Pamela Woodlit, and nobody stood in her way. Nobody. She walked back into the room to see everybody but Aria gone. The Welcoming. She had to run.
“Aria, come on! You’ll miss the Welcoming! We have to catch up to them!” she exclaimed, grabbing Aria’s hand.
“No thanks, I’m not interested. I don’t really want to go.” Aria shook her hand free and sat on her bed.
“Aria, I don’t know why you don’t want to go, but you need to. A, they answer all your questions and most importantly, b, the boys will be there with their roses. If you get a rose, it pretty much secures you a date for the Snow Ball, and you need a date or you fail. Come on!” Pamela managed to grab Aria and drag her out of the room. Seeing that Pamela wasn’t giving up, Aria allowed herself to be dragged, but got sick of it pretty quickly.
“Alright, alright! I’m coming. We’ll go faster if we’re not attached to one and other. The girls sprinted and managed to just catch the end of the line before they left through the doors and walked off to Evil’s castle, because the last time there had actually been a Circus of Talents, Sophie, who was now Dean, had won it for them. You could tell none of the Ever girls, including Pamela, liked having to walk to Evil. They were all determined that this year they would win it back. But when they sat down on their side of the Theatre of Tales, all thoughts of the Circus of Talents vanished, because the doors were starting to open, and the Ever girls began to scream, much louder than the entire Evil school put together, who were trying to get a “boo” in over the screaming, but failing. Pamela was jumping up and down on the spot, trying to get a look at the the 60 boys who could be heard dueling as they walked. When she looked to her left, she saw that Aria was the only girl not remotely excited, she was just looking at the ground, as if deep in thought. After a few seconds, which honestly felt like years to the girls and centuries to the teachers (who had their hands over their ears), the first pair walked in, looking dashing and handsome in their Ever boy uniforms (blue with slim knotted ties with their initial embroidered on them), then the second, until they were all inside, ready to throw their roses away to the screaming Ever girls.
Pamela couldn’t help goggling at the boys, who were without doubt sweeping their eyes over the field of girls who had stopped cheering, sat down and tried to look as elegant and choosing who to throw their rose to. One rose was as good as sixty. You only had one true love. Whilst Pamela did some choosing of her own, she noticed one boy who looked different, certainly not in a bad way. He looked as if he thought he was above them. He definitely had most of the girls’ attention. He was tall, muscular and handsome, but Pamela knew she could find (in her opinion) way more handsome boys in the room. He was blonde with cloudy blue eyes, that made him look like he was about to cry. The way he stood apart from the other boys made him look ****** so Pamela kept scanning the crowd. The boys were yet to cast their roses, but in some cases it was clear who they had chosen. A tall, light brown headed boy with shocking blue eyes had his eyes fixed on Bianca, one of the girls she had met on the train. Another muscular boy was eyeing Gabriella, a girl who she remembered had been sitting with Petunia on the train. She looked at the cloudy eyed boy and noticed he was looking at Petunia. Good for her. Let her get the snob. She kept looking until she saw a boy staring right at her. He was exactly what an Ever boy should be. Tall, muscular and extremely handsome. When he noticed she was looking at him, he winked at her and along with the other boys, threw his rose, but unlike the others, his landed right in her hands. Pamela blushed, smiled and winked back. She was no longer afraid about finding a date. Pamela saw that Petunia had managed to score five roses, but she didn’t care. Let her have to worry about who her Ever After was, Pamela was happy to just have one, dashingly handsome option. She quickly flashed one last look at her admirer before he took his seat, and she saw the letter F on his tie. Leaving her wondering what it stood for, she quickly turned to face the stage, because a two headed dog was standing there and one of the heads was looking very impatient.
“Welcome to the School for Good and Evil. I am Pollux, and this is my brother-” Pollux was cut short by his brother, otherwise known as-
“I’M CASTOR, AND DON’T THINK FOR A MINUTE THAT THIS SCHOOL IS GOING TO BE ALL ABOUT ***** AND DANCES AND WHAT KIND OF MAKE-UP YOU PUT ON YOUR FACE,” some of the Evil kids laughed at this, but immediately shut up once they heard Castor continue, “THIS ISN’T SOME KIND OF JOKE! YOU KIDS BETTER SHAPE UP OR YOU’RE GONNA GET CRUSHED OUT THERE BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO COCKY TO THINK YOU NEEDED TO-” Pollux cut in across his brother’s shouting.
“As I was saying, welcome. We will now begin with explaining classes and rankings.” Whilst Pollux droned on about how you scored ranks (you did challenges in class, and were given a score from 1-20) and how rankings worked (based on your scores in class, you were given a ranking in conjunction with your entire school’s performance) before moving onto curfew inspections, Pamela began to get bored. She decided to cut the Evers some slack by asking question they would be interested in. She shot her hand up.
“Yes?” asked Pollux.
“What about Groom Room?” she asked.
“Yes, how do we get in?”
“Who is allowed in?”
Soon nearly all the Ever girls were asking about it, whilst the Nevers pulled faces and shouted, “NEVERS RULE!”
Pollux sighed and muttered something about “every year” and “no one is interested in rules” and started to respond to the increasing demands for information.
“Yes, yes okay. Settle down. Please, quiet.”
“QUIET!” Castor intervened.
“The Groom Room is available for the top five students from each classes. The top five boys can use the boy’s Groom Room and vice versa for girls. Now if we could please continue onto curfew inspections.”
Pamela sighed and survived the next half an hour they were there for pondering why Pollux was so in love with rules and curfew.
When Pamela finally got back to her room, she put her rose in a vase on her bedside table. She saw Petunia put all five of hers in separate vases, seemingly to show off the fact she had gotten five. Ignoring it, Pamela thought about her prince. Her dark haired, blue eyed prince, who she determined to find out the name of. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice the swarm of girls hovering outside the door, undoubtedly waiting for Petunia. Petunia threw open the door for her fan club and began boasting about her roses.
“I mean one rose is cool, I guess, but five roses are something. Oh, and they are all so handsome! The boys I mean, not the roses,” Petunia giggled and noticed Pamela glaring at her, “Oh. Sorry Pamela, I forgot you only got one rose. Are you sure it wasn’t meant for me? They might have been off aim.”
Pamela snapped. Time to take Petunia down a few thousand pegs, she thought. Weren’t Ever girls supposed to be nice? Whatever. Pamela didn’t care about Petunia’s soul and whether it was really Good or not. All she cared about was revenge for her earlier comments.
“Petunia, I don’t really think my rose was for you and I don’t really care you have five roses. All it means is five innocent suckers thought you were their Ever After because at first glance you looked pretty. And I don’t know that much about my prince, but I know he is definitely mine and because I know that you can keep your little followers because for all you know they’re going to dump you before you’ve had a full conversation.” Pamela then finished her speech, smiled, twirled a little and sat back on her bed with her legs crossed, like a princess. Petunia looked like she had been kicked, which gave Pamela even more reason to smile.
“Girls, I think I need to do my make-up. Follow me to the bathroom won’t you?” asked Petunia. Pamela could see she was eager to get away from the situation.
“But there are mirrors here. Lovely jewelled mirrors. Why don’t you just use them?” Pamela was not letting Petunia just walk away, maybe soon, but not yet. Unfortunately for Pamela, Petunia was not as shaken as she thought, and was ready to leave.
“It’s much better lit, don’t you think? Anyway, I’m off, catch you later!” Petunia beckoned her followers and strutted away, shutting the door behind her. But Pamela realised a few girls had stayed, and she knew she was on the right track. She went to properly meet them all.
“Hello, I’m sure you all know who I am, but how about you?”
It turns out the three girls who had stayed were in the same room. Honour 12. There was a tall girl with dark hair, dark but not too dark red lips and beautiful light brown skin called Farrah, a girl who was just a little bit short with shoulder length blonde and sparkling blue eyes called Renaye and a girl with thick red hair ******* in the most elegant bun imaginable and the palest and creamiest skin imaginable called Gisela. Soon they were all talking about the Welcoming and the roses they had gotten. Farrah, Renaye and Gisela had all gotten one just like Pamela and they were all chatting about what their prince’s name would be and what they would be like. Pamela looked for Aria, who it turns out was sitting on her bed looking more confused and sulky than ever. But the strangest thing was, even though she looked upset and sulky, her beside table now had an item on it. A single red rose.
When Farrah, Renaye and Gisela left- 5:00pm, Pamela was left alone to her thoughts. Petunia was still avoiding her and Pamela couldn’t care less and Aria still was sitting on her bed, looking as confused and sulky as ever. Pamela couldn’t make out that girl. She looked lost, but wouldn’t ask, she had a rose, but she wasn’t happy. What was it with her? When she had tried to introduce herself, she had walked away, when she tried to make her come to the Welcoming it had taken force to get her to willingly go. So many girls would have been thrilled to be here, but hadn’t been accepted. So why wasn’t Aria? Pamela sat on this thought for a few minutes, but then was interrupted by the clock signalling dinner. Pamela wondered down to dinner, but then realised for the second time that day, Aria wasn’t coming. First the Welcoming, now dinner? Why would you miss dinner? Maybe she’s on a diet? Pamela thought, but it didn’t seem like that was the problem. Aria was certainly strange. Just in case Aria wasn’t coming because she didn’t know it was on, Pamela raced back to the room, in the most lady-like way possible. Just before she turned the handle, she stopped, because inside she could hear someone crying inside.
“Why am I here? They said they had stopped! I want to go home!” Then they started crying. Pamela could be willing to do anything for popularity, but she was Good, and couldn’t bare the sound of another in pain. She knocked on the door.
“Go away. I’m not supposed to be here and I don’t want to talk. To anyone.” Said the voice.
Pamela pushed the door open slightly and gasped. Bundled under blankets and sobbing her heart out, was Aria.
“It’s dinner Aria. Are you coming?”
“Go away. You’re probably just going to tell all the others and have a laugh about it. So just go.”
“Aria I wouldn’t-” Pamela started
“Spare me. I know girls better than you’d think.” Aria went back to sobbing into her pink pillow and Pamela creeped out, knowing there was no convincing Aria now. Going down to dinner, an aroma Pamela was familiar with filled the halls. Greek salad. Careful to keep her speed walking to a princess like pace, she hurried so she wouldn’t miss out. She quietly entered the dining room and sat down in a seat Farrah had saved her.
“What kept you? We were worried you wouldn’t show.” Gisela asked, passing her a plate of food.
“I was held up, there was a-” Remembering what Aria had said, Pamela diverted from talking about Aria. “There was a crack in the paint outside my room. I had to report it. It could have spread and left peeling paint everywhere. Have you seen Petunia?”
Renaye pointed to the other end of the hall.
“She came in at the start of dinner with the other girls looking a little subdued. She hasn’t even looked up all night. Something you said must have kicked in.”
One of Petunia’s followers looked over and saw them looking. She lent over and whispered to Petunia, who immediately looked up and scowled at her. Pamela stuck her tongue out at her. Shortly after that, Petunia pushed her empty plate away and hurried out of the dining hall on her tip-toes.
After dinner, Pamela walked back to her room with Gisela, Farrah and Renaye until she got to hers and had to go in. She had wanted to stay with them but Gisela had actually listened to a little bit of Pollux’s lecture on curfew (Pamela could not understand how she managed it, it was so boring!) and apparently all your Groom Room privileges were provoked and you got dish duty for a week if you broke it. No Groom Room and dishes were two things that did not appeal to Pamela, so she went off to her room at the last possible. Who wanted to spend time with Petunia? She opened the door to find Aria asleep, still managing to look upset and Petunia reading a book. But the main thing she noticed was her trunk. The contents were all over the room and the trunk itself was at the top of wardrobe. Worst of all, she could feel Petunia’s smirk burning into her.
There was one single thought going through Pamela’s head and it wasn’t anything like what a princess was supposed to think. Not even close. Petunia had crossed the line. Her clothes were everywhere; her trunk was on a WARDROBE! How did that girl get into the school for Good? Petunia would pay. After she cleaned up the mess and didn’t flunk curfew inspections. She ran around the room picking up skirts, lipsticks, dresses, blouses and shoes and neatly placed them in her suitcase (which she had had to stand on pillows to reach), folded and packed away. She shoved her midnight blue trunk under her bed and straightened her dress just before a pink haired nymph and Pollux, who’s head was stuck on an antelope’s body.
“Curfew inspections. Everyone stand up and let us search.” Pollux stumbled through the room and started sticking his head under beds and in the wardrobes. From his performance at the Welcoming, Pamela was expecting him to go easy on them. That didn’t happen. Pollux got them for a crinkle in Aria’s bed, a crooked bedside table and improperly drawn curtains. As “punishment” they had to fix all their “mistakes” and go to bed immediately. Who would have thought curfew inspections would be that strict? Or Pollux? Pamela looked around and saw Petunia’s face looking darker than normal. They didn’t really agree on much but this was one of those things (the other things were beauty, make up, dresses and boys). This was unfair.
“Tidiness is an important thing. You must learn to keep your spaces tidy. Nymphs will be patrolling the corridors to make sure all is quiet and you and all the others who have flunked inspections go to sleep.” Pollux exited.
Since when was a crinkled bed sheet, a slightly crooked table and an improperly tied curtain untidy? Pamela thought as she roughly pushed her blanket aside so she could get into bed. Her first day at the School for Good had not gone as well as she had expected. Hopefully she could do well in class, popularity wise. She didn’t care about grades or how well she did in terms of school work, as long as she didn’t fail. For now, she would just have to sleep and wait until morning, which hopefully would bring better times.
Pamela woke up at exactly 7am. She knew that because a large clock started chiming waking everyone up. Pamela knew it was so they would have time to get ready by 8am, but all they had to do was get dressed and in the girl’s cases put on make up and style their hair. Surely it wouldn’t take an hour. She’d never been more wrong. By the time breakfast rolled around, her hair was wet and her blouse buttons were half done. Breakfast, she thought and she looked down at her stomach, do I really need it? In response her stomach grumbled quietly, so she tried to blow dry her hair as quickly as possible whilst attempting to button her blouse with her spare hand, which didn’t work very well. By the time she was finished getting ready, she was fifteen minutes late for breakfast and her hair was dangling loose behind her as she quickly tried to tie it on the way there. When she pushed open the door, she noticed all the boys were there and only a few girls. Aria was one of them. Since neither Farrah, Renaye or Gisela were there yet, Pamela sat down on one of the free chairs next to Aria.
“So, how are you feeling?” Pamela asked, remembering the other night.
“Ugh. Don’t try to hassle me and make me spill my life story so you can just gossip about it.” Aria turned her attention back to her breakfast.
“Listen, you and I got off to a bad start yesterday, how about a fresh start?” Pamela offered.
“No thanks, I’m fine. I’d rather be lonely and keep my dignity than have false friends who gossip about me the moment my back is turned.” Aria once again turned to her breakfast.
“Whoever was mean to you in the past was a ****. Not all girls are like that. I wouldn’t gossip about you. I just want to help, you seem really confused and lost. Want to be friends?”
“No thank you. I know your strategies. Leave me alone.” Aria refused to engage in further conversation.
Pamela’s first class was Good Deeds with Professor Dovey, which seemed like an interesting class. She had heard rumours that Professor Dovey was Cinderella and Agatha’s fairy godmother but she didn’t know if they were true. Either way, Good Deeds was a class that was really useful for winning your Ever After, so she was using every tip she learnt. When the clock chimed for class, Pamela walked with the students towards the classrooms and into Professor Dovey’s classroom. She took a quick glance around the room and saw five things that interested her. The first was Professor Dovey, sitting at her desk with her silver hair tied into a sharp bun looking strong and totally calm but in control. Then she noticed her friends Gisela, Renaye and Farrah were in her class, Gisela with her hand on a seat saving it for her. The third was that Aria was in her class, sitting at the front because no one had saved her a seat at the back. Then fourth, there was Petunia sitting with the ******, cloudy eyed boy from the Welcoming and by the looks of things she was flirting with him. Then finally, possibly the things she was most excited about was one boy sitting with the other boys but with his eyes on her, the boy with the F on his shirt from the Welcoming. HER prince, HER Ever After. He quickly winked at her before she sat down next to Gisela. Her heart melted and she went into a daze, which she was sharply brought out of by Professor Dovey.
“Hello and welcome to your very first lesson at the School for Good. Let’s get straight into things. This is Good Deeds were I expect you to learn and listen and not slack off. Good Deeds make your soul purer every time you do one, so I suggest you not treat them like a simple chore. Winning your Ever After is vitally important and if you are serious about it, I suggest you focus less on your looks and more on your soul and personality. Nobody wants to marry someone whose soul does not commit to Good and a foul personality. Those things matter far more than looks. For your first lesson you will be…” Pamela zoned out from Professor Dovey’s explanation and stared right at her prince. He was so handsome. Slightly curled brown hair that was not too long but not too short, dark green eyes that stood out from his tanned skin. Pamela sighed with content, but realised Professor Dovey was staring at her so she turned her attention to the board and jotted down her notes. She managed to her a 5th place rank which was better than what she was expected. She guessed it was because she had written down extra notes to make up for her day dreaming, but whatever the reason was, she was happy. 5th place students could use Groom Room, so as long as she kept it up, she would be sitting at one of those make up stations in no time. As she made her way to Princess Etiquette, she wondered what that would hold.
In Princess Etiquette they learnt about posture and slouching. Pamela had always prided herself on being a person with excellent posture, so she excelled at this and earned a top place ranking, narrowly beating Petunia. She had graciously accepted it, not wanting to seem boastful but inside she was ecstatic. She was really interested in History of Heroism because she didn’t know who would be teaching and to her surprise, it Little Red Riding Hood, now looking very old and not at all little. She talked about winning your story and staying on track. They then had to complete an activity involving travelling through an imaginary woods and avoid being lost or accepting offers from strange creatures. When it came to Pamela’s turn she entered the woods and saw a bunch of flowers not far from the path. Should I look closer at them? She shook her head. Her goal was to make it to the end of the woods. Then a wolf came out of seemingly nowhere and blocked her path.
“Can I help you?” she asked
“Of course. I am quite lost and am trying to make my way out of the woods. Could you help me?” The wolf sounded so innocent, Pamela was urged to help him.
“Ummm, I’m not going to- I’m not trying to- actually I’m going that. No, I cannot please let me pass. Now.”
The wolf grinned and stood his ground.
“Please let me pass NOW.” Pamela demanded.
The wolf kept grinning and began advancing on her.
“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” Pamela screamed before remembering this was a phantom and nobody was around to help her. But if the woods were a phantom then…
Pamela ran at the wolf and pushed past him. She kept running until she reached the end, not even noticing the other distractions.
“Excellent job. Next time, make your mind up a little sooner because some wolves move quicker than that one. Trust me.” Said Little Red Riding Hood.
Pamela finished with a second place ranking behind her prince. She recoiled when she realised she didn’t even know his name. She would have to find that out at lunch. Meanwhile, she had Beautification.
Professor Anemone walked in wearing a very tall arrangement of flowers on her head, followed by a deep pink dress and pink heels. She beamed around at the girls in front of her.
“Hello girls! Welcome to beautification. Although you will need more than looks to achieve your Ever After, they are very important. Today we start, as I do with all my classes, with beautifying smiles. Everyone take a mirror and practice putting charm, warmth and everything Good in your soul into it.” She handed out the mirrors and the girls spent most of the lesson perfecting their smiles. Surprisingly it was Aria who managed to win the challenge. Despite all her frowns and confused expressions, Aria had a beautiful smile.
“Well done, well done! See girls, this is a smile that will win a prince’s heart. You are all dismissed to lunch!”
Pamela had gotten herself a third place ranking, which she was happy to discover left her fourth on the ranking board for the School for Good. She was about to go celebrate in the Groom Room but remembered it was lunch and she had to find out her prince’s name.
Pamela walked out to lunch with her most charming smile painted to her face. She lined up to get her lunch, using her time in the line to inconspicuously glance around for her prince. He was nowhere to be seen. Her heart froze up. Had he left? Was he avoiding her? What had she done? The nymph passed her a picnic basket but she hardly noticed and took it, still in a daze. She found a quiet spot near under a tree and tried to breath. It didn’t help when someone snuck up on her and put their hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Suddenly that did help a lot. She whirled around and saw him. His brown hair, tanned skin, green eyes, everything about him was perfect.
Pamela jumped inwardly back into reality.
“Oh, um, hi. Sorry just, um, you know, um, lost in my thoughts. Yeah, um, right, I’m fine now. Thanks.” Pamela turned red as a beetroot.
“That’s fine. My name’s Fredrick, what might yours be? I haven’t actually spoken to you before.” He reached out and gently kissed her hand.
“I’m Pamela, lovely to meet you.” She smiled as gracefully as she could.
“Hey, I’ve got to go, maybe we could um, see each other at lunch?” Fredrick helped her to her feet, “I think your friends are waiting.”
He pointed to Gisela, Renaye and Farrah who were sitting at a picnic table in the sun.
“Sure, sounds delightful! Same time, same-” She was very rudely cut off by a ball of gruel or some other unknown substance smacking into her dress.
She turned around and got another ball in her face, but not before seeing a Never prepare to throw it. She saw another Never launch some at a large group of Ever boys trying to introduce themselves to some Ever girls, and it hit home. Once the Evers realised what was happening, the Ever boys ran and each took an Ever girl into their care (or really just shielded them from some of the gruel, or whatever it was.). Some of the Ever girls started crying and right on queue, the two Deans appeared, Professor Dovey and Dean Sophie. Professor Dovey took the Evers inside and congratulated the boys on their quick thinking. Pamela couldn’t have cared less if they were throwing celery, Fredrick had picked her up and carried her to behind a bush until the Deans had appeared and let them inside. She did notice how strong Fredrick was, sure the other boys were but they weren’t carrying her, so how could she know? The Evers could hear Dean Sophie telling off the Nevers for their attempted food fight.
“You do not ever start food fights at this school! It is disruptive and look at all the mess that has to be cleaned up now! Just because you don’t like Nevers doesn’t mean you make mess for other people to clean up! Nevers should have pride! You can throw taunts at them and make fun of them, try to prove yourselves better, but this is out of the question! There is now extra laundry, cleaning and all in all, more work for everyone, including you! All of you will who threw even a drop now have to go to bed one hour earlier and see me for extra work! Do you hear me!” Dean Sophie was really ticked off, she was still slightly calm though, something Pamela admired in her even though she was a Never.
“Okay, okay, everyone can go straight to your rooms. New, clean uniforms will be waiting for you when you get there. Get changed and wait until you hear the clock to go to class. Those with Groom Room privileges may go.” Professor Dovey left them and went off to do other work.
“I cannot believe the Nevers would pull something like that! They don’t even know us!” Pamela was so annoyed about loosing time with her friends and Fredrick the prospect of Groom Room didn’t even lighten her mood. She was even complaining about it to Petunia. She would have talked to Aria about it, but she hadn’t been able to talk to her so she had given up.
“Ugh, they’re Nevers! What did you expect? Flower bouquets? Honestly I’m glad they got in trouble for it.” Petunia drew her curtain and began changing (so Pamela assumed, why else would she draw it?). Pamela copied her and reapplied her perfume while she was at it. The unidentified substance reeked. She glanced at her time table. Her next subject was Animal Communications. She hoped the school had replaced the Wish Fish, she really wanted to have a turn. She pulled back her curtains and walked towards the girl’s Groom Room and spent a few seconds gawking at it. She could spend hours here. She walked over to the make up station and started picking out some sets. There were colours she didn’t even own here! She glanced at the pink clock that let the girls know how long they had to pamper themselves and gasped to see she only had five minutes. She quickly grabbed a dark red lipstick and eyeliner and skilfully but quickly applied them, just in time. She smoothed her dress and went off to Animal Communication.
Animal Communication was held just on the edge of the Blue Forest, which really was as blue as everyone said. There was a lake that ran near were there were and she tried to peer over to see what was in it. But Princess Uma came up and began the lesson.
“Welcome! I hope you have all had a great first day of classes, excuse the Nevers, and I hope- “She stopped to listen to a passing bird.
“Sorry,” she giggled, “I am pleased to tell you all that today, for your first lesson we are doing Wish Fish.”
Pamela gasped in delight. This is just what she had wanted! She ran down to the lake and saw a sign sitting on the bank. It read:
DON’T MAKE A MESS OF IT THIS TIME OR ELSE.
What ever did that mean, thought Pamela.
Staring at the sign, Pamela twisted her head in several directions before realising the sign obviously wasn’t intended for her. She had never made a mess of anything except a gelato her parents got her when she was six. That had been bad. And this wasn’t gelato. She kept walking to the lake and hovered close so that Princess Uma would choose her first, or at least relatively quick. The rest of the class gathered at the lake and some of them whispered to each other about it. Aria gasped and Pamela turned to face her. Just in time to see a shadow run into the forest. Aria was white. Pamela started to walk towards her, but Princess Uma started talking to the class.
“Okay, please form a line over here,” clearly she hadn’t noticed the sign.
Pamela raced to get to the front of the line, but Petunia “accidently” bumped into her and she fell flat on her face. She pushed herself up and wiped the dirt off her face. Fuming, she hurried to get in the line before the last person. She managed to get to the end of the line just before Aria. The line kept shortening with girls all wishing for boys. Petunia wished for the ******, misty eyed, boy from the Welcoming. Typical, thought Pamela. When it finally got to her turn, Pamela confidently stuck her finger in the lake. The fish swam in an array of colours and finally showed a colourful image of her and Fredrick kissing at their wedding. Pamela sighed with content. That, that was what she wanted. She smiled at Princess Uma and waited for Aria to have her go so she could get her rank. Pamela watched Aria shakily walk up to the lake and dip her finger in it, looking pale the entire time. The fish zipped and zagged around. Pamela saw two different images before they disappeared and the fish went grey.
Princess Uma shook her head and sadly smiled.
“Foggy mind, my dear.”
Aria took a seat, looking even worse than before.
“Now girls, I have a special announcement to make. In one month, King Tedros and Queen Agatha will be making a special visit. You will have the day off, but there will be an assembly in the Theatre of Tales, located in Evil. More information will be brought to you soon; you may now have your ranks.” Before Princess Uma could give them out, Aria fainted.
Aria’s face was pale, white and still. Princess Uma tried to ask some animals for help, but they weren’t really in the mood for it. Gisela suggested pouring some water on her and got some from the lake. It worked, and Aria came around, hyperventilating.
“Are you okay?” Asked Pamela.
Aria started to respond but fell back onto the grass. Princess Uma rushed to her side and got some nymphs to carry her to her room.
“Girls, please be good to Aria, something has obviously happened to her. Maybe the boy she got her rose from didn’t like her, maybe something else. Here are your ranks, enjoy your next class.”
Pamela got a four, and went off to Surviving Fairytales with a whirling head. What had Aria seen? What had happened to her? She was so lost in thought, she nearly walked into a pale blue tree, causing the Nevers to laugh. One Never looked worse than all of them. He had black hair, pale skin and a cruel smile.
“Who is he?” She asked Renaye, her only friend in the class.
“Jet. No one knows where he’s from, but he’s become quite popular among the Nevers, obviously.” Renaye gestured to Jet amusing the Nevers.
Yuba the gnome walked up to the class.
“Right, you’ve had plenty of time to talk, socialise, now onto class. We’re going to do a quick Good-Evil test.” Yuba quickly went over the rules and explained the challenge. The girls would be disguised as identical princesses and each boy would have to go along the line and pick out the Evers from the Nevers. The challenge went fairly well, luckily for her, Pamela was always singled out as an Ever and secured a fifth place ranking, leaving her fourth for the entire School for Good. Happily, she walked back to her room for a quick session to relax before dinner. She remembered Aria and decided to just quietly walk in and do her thing. When she opened the door, there was no sign of Aria, just an open book that read; What am I doing here? Where even is here?
Not usually one to snoop but suddenly intrigued, Pamela lent down to read it, when Aria came out of the bathroom.
“I knew it! You keep claiming I can trust you, that you have Good intentions, but no! Leave me alone! Go be Good somewhere else!” Aria snatched up her book and ran out of the room.
Pamela walked towards the Groom Room. Never, never had she snooped on anyone! She was internally shaken. What had possessed her to do that? She glanced out over the bay towards Evil castle. Strange, she thought, she’d never seen a tower in the middle of the bay. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head. Gone. Something was up, but she had no idea what it was, and what to do about it. She kept walking, her mind racing. Jet had looked Evil beyond measure. Petunia had been totally opposite to what she had expected with Ever girls. Aria, well she was a level of different. She seemed always clueless, but in Animal Communication it had seemed like she knew more than any of them. And the diary, a sense of secretiveness and darkness had crept over her. Where had that come from? Last year had been a war between Good and Evil and as a result the School for Good and Evil had been left without a Schoolmaster and a new Dean for Evil. There were no Readers because of that and so many old heroes dead, no one was even sure if the Reader world even had faith in Good. Pamela hoped they did. As she pushed open the door to the girl’s Groom Room, she wondered what was going on, and left with the question of what to do about it.
It is AMAZING!!! I had to stop on the 6th chapter because I was getting tired. Great job!!!
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