Book 1: Another Iife | Malvie

Chapter 4: First Day's a Charm

~Millie’s POV~

Thanks to Jay’s brilliance last night, we had no choice but to attend our classes. None were quite as boring as Remedial Goodness 101 with Fairy Godmother, though. Evie and Mal sat together on one side of the room while I sat on the other side of the room beside Jay. “If someone hands you a crying baby, do you, A, curse it? B lock in a tower.” That option made Mal and Evie chuckle. “C, give it a bottle? Or D, carve out it’s heart? The Evie.”

“Oh uh. What was the second one?” Evie asked.

“Oh, ok. Anyone else? Millie? Mal?”

Dragon Hall had more intriguing classes than this place. I threw a piece of gum into my mouth and feet onto the desk seat next to me. Mal answered before I did. Then again, I didn’t even care to try. “C, give it a bottle.” 

Fairy Godmother nodded, smiling.” Correct. Again.”

“You are on fire, girl!” Carlos exclaimed.

“Bro, she’s just picking the one that doesn’t sound like any fun,” I muttered between bubble gum chewing.

“Oh. Duh.” Evie laughed, adjusting her hair. “That makes so much sense.”

We were pulled to a pause when another girl wandered into the room and walked up to the front of the room to the Fairy Godmother.” Oh, hello, dear one.”

“Hi.” The girl whispered, pushing a paper into the headmistress’s hands.” You need to sign off on early dismissal for the coronation.”

Fairy Godmother grabbed the girl’s paper from her, beginning to sign the form. “Everyone here remembers my daughter, Jane?”

“Mom, no!” Jane exclaimed.

“It’s ok.” Fairy Godmother said, grabbing her shoulders and standing behind her now, urging her closer to the whiteboard. “Jane, this is everyone.”

“Hi. That’s ok. Don’t mind me. As you were.” Wow, that was undoubtedly her daughter. Hah!

“Let’s continue. You find a vial of poison. Do you, A, put it in the king’s wine? B, paint it on an apple?”

“OH YEAH! Guys, listen, it’s B. I already know.” I joked. Continuing a sketch of the wand in her notebook, Mal rolled her eyes at my sarcastic commentary.

“Hold up. Now, Millie, there is still one more option. And I’ll give you all a hint, miss Sarcasm over there, it is not B. Now is it A, put it in the king’s wine? Or C, turn it over to the proper authorities?”

The boy’s hands jotted into the air. Carlos raised his first, but Jay pinned it down. “OH! Ooh...get off.”

“Jay.” Fairy Godmother called.

“C. You turn it over to the proper authorities,” Jay answered, releasing Carlos’s hand.

Carlos groaned. “I was gonna say that.”

“Oh, but I said it first. Come here!” Jay stood up from his place at the desks and began to wrestle Carlos. “Come on, who said it first? Who said it first?”