My Ranking Points
Fifth part 🙂
“Oh dear.” The lady sighed. “Fairies, you may leave.” She waved her hand and the fairies left.
“What is the matter, darling?” The regal lady asked me sympathetically. “The problem is that everything is pink around here!” I grumped. “Pink is a colour of weakness, rashes, and stupidity, and I am not talking to a lady dressed completely in pink.” The lady smiled and pulled out a crystal wand from an almost invisible pockets of her dress. She waved the wand over her head and turned her dress sky blue, and smiled, satisfied, as I stared in awe.
“Now, then, may I introduce myself. My name is Gloria Rosey. You may call me Professor Rosey or Dean Rosey, as I am a professor and the Dean of this school. Do you have any questions?” She smiled at me.
“Why is everything pink here?” I grumbled.
“We are pink and pink represents us, because we are in the School of Fair and not the School of Vile.”
My heart skipped a beat, remembering what I should tell her.
“Dean…Rosey, I’m in the wrong school! Look at me. Look at my face. Look at my hair! Which part of it is pretty? I’m not beautiful. The pretty one should be my friend, Jasmine! Jasmine’s the one with cascading hair and slender body and beautiful eyes! She’s the Fair one, and I’m the Vile one!” I told her desperately.
Dean Rosey simply smiled.
“You ARE fair, my child. You just don’t know it yet.”
I was lost for words.
No one. No one has ever called me pretty, let alone FAIR.
I quieted down.
“What is this school for? I mean, the School for Good trains princesses and princes, what does this school train?”
“Do you know the perfect princesses that seemed to have known everything before they go to school?” She asked me.
“Well, they train here. But those are mainly quite rare students. Leaders, mostly.”
I gaped at her.
“Well, we also train the other characters in stories, like maidens, bakers, seamstresses, etcetera. Let me give you an example. In Cinderella, except for Cinderella and the Prince, there are other roles, like the people who tried the shoe which failed to fit. Here is where those characters are trained.”
“Anyway, here’s the things you need in this school.”
Dean Rosey dumped a pile of books ******* with a ribbon into my bony arms. I stared at the schedule on top.
“Nora of Woods Beyond. Grace Room 33. Etiquette, Graceful Speech, yadda yadda yadda, lunch, WHAT?” I screeched. “We need to do BALLET?”
“Dallet, to be exact. This type of dance was based on ballet and created by our clever professor, Madame Daniella.” Dean Rosey puffed out her chest proudly.
“THIS SCHOOL IS SO STUPID!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.