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For a few minutes I just stand there, absolutely clueless. But then I see a crowd of people, all heading towards the doors. “Hey! You there!” a voice says, causing me to stumble. “Get in line!”
I look behind me and see a boy, with spiky black hair and brownish green skin, sneering. I roll my eyes, stepping into the line. I wait there, slowly stepping forward each minute.
Finally, when it was my turn, I saw a woman with long wavy blonde hair, emerald green eyes, probably in her late thirties. “Greetings, to the school for evil, where all the greatest Villains go!” She said, examining me.
“Uh, greetings to you”
“I am your Dean, Dean Sophie. Now, what is your name?”
“Thana. Thana Rosewood”
“Where do you live?”
“I live on the outskirts of the enchanted forest.”
“Well, my Mother is mother gothel’s little sister, making her my aunt. My dad- I don’t really know about him” I say, trailing off.
“I, I don’t know.”
“Test it out. I will show you.”
So, put your entire focus on your finger, thinking about its power”
I do it for a while, but it doesn’t work.
“Try again, you don’t always get it at first”
I put all my power towards it, my hand shaking. I wait, and then an eerie black glow appears, coming from my fingertip.
“Okay, so its black. Each of you has a talent, one you will uncover later” She says,sounding dramatic. “Oh, and by the way, you are in the Vice tower, room 41”
I walk through the long hallways, looking at the portraits of all the great villains from the past. Maleficent, Lady Tremaine, the White Witch, Ursurla, the Evil Queen, Jafar, the Queen of hearts, Hades, Cruella De vil, and Mother Gothel. I stare at that portrait for a while. “Hey! Move outta the way!” There it was. That u-g-ly boy again. I turn around, glaring.
“Look,” I said, lowering my voice. “What is your problem?” I whisper, teeth gritted.
“MY problem is that your not getting in line”
I sigh, walking off. I hum to myself a lullaby, one my mother and my aunt would sing together.
“Hush little baby
Lay down your sweet head,
Hush little baby,
Or you will be dead.
Come little baby
The broken doll,
Come little baby,
Your little slit throat.”
He still follows me.
But this time, he is on the ground, holding his throat. I gasp. Sure, I had felt a hatred for him, but I didn’t want him to die just yet.
I hear the muffled noises he makes; he sounds as if being strangled. I go back to where he was,and where he was lying down. The people passing through the corridor stare, mouths wide open. “What happened?” I ask
“I-I don’t know”
His breathing is fast, his skin going pale. A girl runs back down the corridor, coming back with Dean Sophie. “What is going on!?” She booms.
“I, I have no idea, I was just humming to myself, and then I looked back, and he was suffering” I said, nervous.
The Dean is silent. Everyone is. I turn back, looking at the boy, and he takes a deep breath, life leaving his soul.
that was SO COOL and creepy at the same time plzs plzs plzs tag me!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was pretty good! I liked the way the poem affected his life. This is interesting! I think it could be a bit better, but overall, it was pretty good. It could’ve been made more dramatic, more creepy, but I liked it. I would like to be tagged! This caught my interest.
ohhhhhhhhh… spooky… Can’t wait for Chap 2! (Tag me if you want… 🙂)