Hey guys last chapter was posted a while ago (who finds time with school, please tell me I’m not the only one) so here is chapter three. My last chapter was a bit rushed (Sorry). If you wanna read my last chapters then click here:
When You Question Your Existence
My hands were sweating as the still unknown woman whisked me down a labyrinth of corridors, past pink and blue dormitories and candy rooms, but all I could think about was where on earth I was. I mean, the hospitality was nice and all but even so, I just wanted to find my home, my mother and my father and – if possible – get AWAY from here.
The woman stopped outside a pink, candy office room, her hair wild after the chase through the palace, and pushed me firmly inside it. Deciding that I would be here for a little longer than a while, I sat down on a plush chair in front of the desk. My eyes fell on a neat pile of hot pink files labelled with the most absurd names like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming I reached out for them before stopping short and looking up at the woman.
“My name is Clarissa Dovey, but it will be Dean Dovey to you child. Welcome to the School for Good,” sang Dovey in a sickeningly sweet voice.” Your lessons will start today along with the other girls and boys.” Wait. Lessons? School for Good?
“Where am I?” I asked, picking the most important question that popped up in my brain at this current moment. Dovey stared at me quizzically for a few seconds before answering, “You are in the School for Good, where the most courageous and kind hearted come to write their story. And you are?”
“I don’t know who I am,” I stuttered, shamed of the thought.” I woke up this morning outside this school, having no memories whatsoever about where I come from and who I am.” Dovey seemed to digest this very carefully before coming to her conclusion.
“Well as I said, your classes start today. You have two hours to get ready, you will find your essentials on the foot of your bed that you slept in last night. Good Luck,” she motioned for me to go and I did but turned around in the doorway.
“What will happen to that Emma girl?” I asked remembering back to this morning.
“Apparently there has been a mistake with the school masters choices and they decided to put her in the School for Evil. Where she will learn to be a villain, in the footsteps the most wicked witches, warlocks and pirates. Good day.” And the door slammed in my face locking me on the outside of it.
When I got to my new dormitory the quilt on my bed was ripped up and some ones nightdress was strewn across the soft carpet which was (guess what!) a dark magenta colour. A massive wardrobe’s doors were wide open and half the clothes were gone. I peered into a mirror hung up against the wall and saw a girl with shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood.
Suddenly, out of the blue I remembered my name.
“Snow White.” I whispered to the mirror, gazing into the brown eyes which were staring at me.
“Who?” said somebody behind me.
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