The bony stymph bird screeches and drops me on the Evil side. A splash erupts as my slender body hits the surface of the sludge moat. As I come up for air, gasping, my trunk slams beside me and litters my face with muck.
I paddle to my trunk and drag it along with me as I follow the line of kids in the muck.
At the end, wolves yank kids out of the sludge, growling and roaring. I freeze a gray one with a glare and pull my slimy body out of the moat.
The mob of sludge-covered Nevers crawl into the looming castle of Evil. With shadows cast over the sky, I feel right at home.
Tall wolves in red coats hand children their scrolls and thick black sacks. I tilt my head, confused.
“What are the sacks for?” I ask. The wolf grins.
“Your uniform,” He laughs. I cough and plug my nose to protect it from the burning stench of his breath.
“Get a mint,” I cough. The wolf slaps a paw over his mouth and glances around nervously. I smile and grab my sealed pack of mints from my pocket. I pop it open and dump half the contents into the wolf’s other hand.
“You’re going to need them.” I whisper. He empties them into his snout and chomps them discreetly. I thank myself for having my homemade mints on hand.
The mob of kids charge into the Evil halls and murmur to each other about dorm rooms. I unravel my scroll and see my dorm room; Malice 66.
Running to the bathroom I grab my hairdryer from my suitcase and press full power. I dry the sludge off me and spray on my favorite poisoned caramel apple perfume. I walk past the Never boys, secretly grinning at their ogling eyes. I check to make sure I don’t have any more sludge on my black tights, purple miniskirt and strapless black tank top. long black hair glides down my back, my velvety indigo eyes checking my black heeled boots.
I pass a handsome Never boy with pale skin and silver hair. His eyes are dark, dark blue, and very enticing. I smile at him.
“Hi, I’m Mirabella Queen, daughter of the Evil Queen.” I introduce myself. He bows.
“Tristan, son of Cruella,” The handsome boy says. He smiles at the olive-skinned boy beside him.
“Look what the dog dragged in,” He jokes. I frown and swing my hand to his jaw. A crack sounds and my fist connects with his face.
“That’s what dog-loving boys get when they mess with Mirabella.” I hiss.
“Talking in third person now. Where’s the mental health doctor?” I hear Tristan whisper. I spin around, my leg out. It connects with his chin and sends him to the floor.
“I tink you disconne’ted m’ jahhh,” He moaned, holding his chin. His chin points to the left, people crowding around us.
“I’m sorry, what was that? Where’s the mental health doctor ’cause Tristan really needs him!” I spat.
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