Happily Never After (Tagatha/the school of good and evil)

Fairy Tale Ending

Sophie and Agatha ran through the woods, escaping the fairy tale and beginning a new story.

The village hadn't changed one bit. Agatha and Sophie gasped at the place, tears swelling in their eyes. They met each other, pulling into an embrace.

"We are back." Sophie whispered to Agatha, feeling her old self catch up to her.

"We are back." Agatha repeated, tears dripping down her chin.

"Sophie?"
"Agatha?"
"The girls!"
"I thought they were gone..."
"Its a miracle!"

They were pulled away from each other and hugged every they knew.

"Did you see my daughter?" One elder asked, clasping Agatha's hand. "Uratha?"

"How was the School of Good?" One asked Sophie. Agatha swung her head towards Sophie. Shielding her eyes, Agatha turned back to the person.

"The best experience of my life."

Agatha sighed, having conversations with people who she had never spoken to before.

It was hours till people finally left them alone.

"Agatha..." Agatha didn't look at Sophie. All day she kept on having conversations about why she wasn't dead or if a witch, why did she look so beautiful.

Sophie scooted towards Agatha. "I only gave them what they wanted to here." Sophie smiled slightly, squeazing Agatha's hand.

"They wanted to hear he truth." Agatha snarled, pulling her hand from Sophie's grip.

"No, they didn't and we both know that." Agatha sighed, nodding at Sophie.

"People would look at me worse than they looked at you. They'd avoid me like a-" Agatha sighed, hushing Sophie.

"I understand."

Agatha stailed to her cottage, humming to her cat as they sat on the patio, waiting for her mother to arrive.

Agatha rocked on the chair, fiddling with her hair.

It was nine until Callis finally came. She took of her hat, stumbling towards them.

"I've had a long day." Agatha faked, smiling brightly at her mum.

Callis' eyes lit, grabbing her daughter, she burst into tears. Reaper shrieked, flying off Agatha and scrambling back into the house.

Agatha let tears stream out of her eyes, hugging her mum.

"I missed you...so...so much!" Her mother stroked her hair. "So did I."

They walked into the cottage, getting ready for bed.

Agatha brushed her hair, pulling it into a small bun. She brushed her teeth and washed her face, slumping into her bed.

Callis came in. "Good night." Callis tugged Agatha into her duvet, securing her in. "I'm going to make sure you never get kidnapped again."

Agatha chuckled, sprouting her hands from the bed. "I'm not going anywhere."

Callis smiled, kissing her daughter on the cheek. Agatha smiled, it was years ago since her mum ever embraced her that much.

Callis turned off the lights and walked into her bedroom.

Agatha looked out of the window, sighing. She got out of her bed and walked into her mother's room.

"Agatha?" Her mother smiled, reaeling her into her bed. Agatha placed her pillow onto the bed and closed her eyes, hugging her mum.

"I can't wait to here about your experience." Callis whispered before closing her eyes. "Good night."

Agatha's eyes flung open and searching for her mother she got up.

She followed the smell of rotten onions and salted slugs.

Gagging, Agatha opened the door. Her mother sat in the living room with a cauldron.

Agatha forrowed her eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

Callis looked up. "I was thinking about how you have up a lot, just to come back here... And I thought I should bring some of that stuff back."

Agatha sighed.

"Is there you're not telling me?" Callis asked.

Agatha turned away, her hands shaking. "I'm so hungry. Do you want any breakfast?"

"Agatha!" Agatha turned around and met her mother's eyes.

"I didn't go to the School of Evil..." Agatha sighed in relief, happy to get that off her chest.

"Well then, if you didn't... Who did?"

"Sophie."

Callis' eyes widened. "Sweet Sophie? Sweet, sweet Sophie?"

Agatha rolled her eyes. "If you were there you wouldn't be calling her that."

Callis sighed. "Then why does everyone think you went to the School of Evil?"

"Because Sophie said she went to the School of Good."

"Why did she say that?" Callis questioned, forrowing her eyebrows.

"I don't know. Something about people thinking of her as an outcast..."

Callis growled. "How selfish!"

"No! No, she had a point."

"Sure she does. Anyway, I'm going to whip us some breakfast."

Meanwhile, Sophie was in the bathroom washing her hand.

This seemed as if the toilet was the only place she got to herself.

The boys had turned her room upside down and most of her stuff was donated just to make space for the boys.

Stefens excuse was that he didn't think she'd be coming back anyway.

Sophie sunk onto the toilet seat, sipping on her fresh lemon juice.

"Is this going to be my life now?" Sophie sighed.