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    happilyeveraftergirl posted an update in the group RP Level 0: The Clearing 1 year, 7 months ago

    Chapter 4 is here – enjoy!
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    The Hated Princess
    Chapter Four: Even Witches Cry
    I was so happy. My ticket out of the miserable life I had in Maidenvale, where I was the unwanted princess. I could finally be free! I didn’t care about eternal glory and fame and having my story written. All I wanted was a way out of Maidenvale, and a way to avoid Sophie, forever!
    But of course, she had to ruin it.
    “WHAT?!” she shrieked again. “It – it must be mixed up! It has to be a mistake! I’m the Good one! She’s Evil!”
    Suddenly I felt terrible. Sophie was going to Evil. She was going to go to school with the children of murderers and villains. Even though Sophie was mean to me, she wasn’t at the same level as murderers and villains, I knew. I knew that the School For Good had always been her dream. Who was I, the Other Princess, to take that away from her? I knew she deserved the School For Good, at least more than I did. All I wanted was a way out of Maidenvale – but taking another person’s rightful place at the School? That wasn’t the way. How could I rejoice at the thought of leaving Maidenvale by taking Sophie’s place at Good? That was Evil, I thought. Pure Evil. Sophie was right.
    So I did the only thing I could think of.
    I ****** the letter at her.
    “Here – you can take it, I don’t want it,” I murmured.
    Sophie narrowed her eyes at me. “How do I know you haven’t cursed it with your dark magic?”
    “I haven’t got dark magic, Sophie!” I argued.
    “Oh, yes you do! You STOLE my place at the School For Good by probably hypnotising the poor School Master! You WITCH! And you jinxed our letters so I would be in Evil! H-h-how could you?” Sophie seemed to decide to switch from the angry, yelling mode to the pity-seeking, sobbing girl when perfect tear drops spilled onto her cheeks.
    “I’m not a witch!” I didn’t want to be one. Surely I wasn’t one? I choked back the lump that was rising in my throat.
    Sophie began to cry big, crocodile tears. “She s-stole m-m-my spot! F-Father, she’s a m-monster! A w-w-witch!”
    I rolled my eyes, pretending that I wasn’t hurt, but I was. I really was.
    Because even witches cry.

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        happilyeveraftergirl replied 1 year, 7 months ago

        and another tag I just saw! @ccxinyiofwoodsbeyond, so sorry I forgot you!

        sapphy replied 1 year, 7 months ago

        I love this so much!

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