My Ranking Points
“Mother! I’m home!” Vivian called from downstairs. Vivian was the daughter of Maleficent. She had straight dark hair that reached just after her shoulders. Her emerald green eyes gleamed in the dark, and her blood red lips had an unnatural tint of red to it. Her skin was pale and never got tanned even after staying in the sun for hours. She had high cheekbones just like Maleficent.
She put her soggy umbrella in the closet and marched up the stairs holding a tray of her mother’s favourite treats; dried grasshoppers dunked in chocolate. Of course Vivian didn’t like them, but they were the only things that seemed to cheer her mother up. Unlike Maleficent, Vivian wasn’t so villainy; she fed the stray cat every morning, she wasn’t born with evil talents, and got high grades in her studies. As she reached the top of the steps, she swung open the rickety old oak door to her mother’s room.
Maleficent was sitting on her tarnished steel chair staring at a portrait of Aurora sitting on the desk. As soon as Vivian stepped in she slammed the portrait on the desk, shattering the glass into a million pieces. “I brought your favourite!” Vivian cheerfully said carefully placing the tray on her desk. Maleficent gazed at Vivian and gave the faintest smile. “Thank you.” Maleficent answered. Then her face hardened like a mask.
As Vivian walked to her own room, tears streamed down her cheek. It had been so long since she’d seen her mother happy. And now that she thought about it, she had never seen her mother happy. Ever since Carlotta had left Griolents (a small town on the outskirts of Camelot) to The School for Good and Evil 4 years ago, Vivian had never felt real happiness. Carlotta and Vivian were best friends. She never felt loved before Carlotta came around. Together they’d share ice cream, whisper secrets, even when the whole town thought they were odd. They both were daughters of famous villains so you’d expect them to be scary and mean. In fact, they were the total opposite. But soon the town forgot they were descendents of evil and treated them kindly.
Vivian flopped onto her bed and pulled up the poorly sewn quilt above her head. Just like that, she drifted to sleep.
She was awoken by scratching noises. They were coming from her window. A shadow crept up her quilt. She panicked but held her scream down. 1, 2, 3! She threw off her quilt to be face to face with a bony creature. A stymph! she gasped. The stymph grabbed her by her shirt and plunged into the dark night sky. “AAAAHH!!!” she screamed. “MOOMMMM!!!!” she yelled. “HELP MEEE!!!” she hollered. She stared at her house, getting smaller and smaller, out of view. She looked at the window and saw a tall figure with high cheekbones and pale skin. It was her mother.
But instead of rescuing Vivian Maleficent stood, staring at her. “Go, my child. Live a better ever after than I did.” she whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek but her face didn’t show any sorrow. Maleficent turned away from the window and started walking back to her room. “Mother!” she heard Vivian call. But Maleficent sped up, not looking back even once.
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Vivian landed with a thunk, stiff on her back. She looked around and moaned. A bunch of other kids stood around not sure where they were. For some reason, this place looked familiar even though she hadn’t been here before. There were purple banners embroidered with big bold, gold “S”s. The big fountain had a statue of a girl. She was wearing long robes and had a belt tied around her waist. She had flawless wavy hair and was wearing a vile around her neck. Vivian immediately recognized her. It was Sophie from the ‘Tale of Sophie and Agatha’! Vivian looked up and saw a castle. She thought about it for a minute. Purple banners… a statue of Dean Sophie … a castle…. Which could only mean one thing. Vivian thought she was going to faint. “Oh my God!” she cried.
She was in the School for Evil.
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