When a little girl named Valentina Monet was taken from Auradon to the isle to live with her dad she scared. 11 years later that little girl is now Val Bleu Flame. She's ruthless and cunning and evil. The evilest in her friend group. What happens wh...
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I woke up to this weird music. "Harry, go away," I moaned. Someone started touching my feet. "Harry stop," I mumbled. "Who's Harry?" Someone asked. I woke up with a start. Where am I?! I looked around slowly. Oh right, this is Auradon. The music was probably my roommate, Lonnie. She has an annoying habit of doing that.
"Good morning!" She said. I rolled my eyes and flopped back onto the bed. "Don't be like that, it's a big day, second day of school!" She exclaimed. "Why do I care?" I asked. "Because we get to learn all these cool classes, plus you're finally back home with your family and friends," she gushed.
"Friends, is that what we are?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. "We haven't seen each other in years, I don't know you and you don't know me, how exactly does that make us friends?" I asked slipping into my shirt. It was purple and used to be Mal's. My hair was crimped and I put two tiny ponytails in it at odd angles. After slipping on fake sleeves and my black pants I was ready to go.
"Are you ready for breakfast?" Lonnie asked awkwardly. "Sure" I shrugged. Lonnie started rambling about foods and such while I completely ignored her. Just a few more days. "Val, hello!" She called snapping her fingers in my face, snapping me into reality. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I was just asking what your favorite lunch food is, mine's finger sandwiches!" She squealed.
I frowned. Finger sandwiches? Like a sandwich with fingers? I thought Auradon was non violent. "Finger sandwiches?" I asked confused, "isn't the bones hard to bite through?" She stared at me blankly for a second before laughing. "I think you're confused," she laughed. No shit! "A finger sandwich is just a sandwich you eat with your hands, not a sandwich made of fingers," she explained. I nodded, "No real fingers, got it," I muttered under my breath.
"So..." she drawled. "What?" I asked mildly annoyed. "You haven't answered my question," she told me, "about the lunch food." Lunch? What even is that?! "Lunch food?" I asked. "Yeah, like what's your favorite food mto eat for lunch," she explained. People have favorite foods? I just pick the one that's not moldy. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well surely there's something, what'd did you usually eat for lunch on the isle?" She asked. "What the fuck is this lunch you keep talking about?" I asked, "is it another word for breakfast?" "Lunch is the meal between breakfast and dinner, duh!" realization flooded her face, "You guys didn't have that did you?" She asked. I shook my head in response. I was lucky to get three meals a month, let alone three meals a day!
I pushed my thoughts away and followed Lonnie to the cafeteria. I soon found my sister and quickly walked towards her. "I wanna go home," I told her. "I know, just calm down," Mal said. I shook my head, "I can't, I don't wanna be here, what if I see her?" I asked. She grabbed my arms, "You'll not be alone, I'm always right here, nothing will happen," She promised, "now breathe." I nodded and took a deep breath. "You good?" Jay asked. I nodded taking another breath. "Everything will be fine, now let's go, before we draw more attention to ourselves," Mal told me.
