Born from Good's most respected Dean, you were expected to shine at the School for Good-and thanks to Clarissa Dovey herself, admission was the easy part.
Surviving the story is another.
With Agatha and Sophie never entering the tale, the spotlight...
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Each school had its own entrance into the Theater of Tales, which had been split into two halves. Courtesy of the School Master.
The west side doors opened up for the good students, decorated with pink and blue pews, crystal friezes, and glittering bouquets of glass flowers. Topped with moving mosaics on the roof of Goods most famous fairy tales.
On the other side, the east side doors opened up for evil students, with warped black and deep blue wooden benches, carvings of murder and torture, and deadly stalactites dangling from the burnt ceiling.
All the students herded in to see the teachers and get the welcoming over with, fairies guarded good, wolves guarded evil. More like they guarded the silver aisle in between schools.
Even though you were just a little evil. One look at the Evergirls with their beautiful hair, dazzling smiles, chic dresses, and you knew you had found your sisters.you ignored the other side of the room and focused on finding that sweet evergirl, Reena.
"Y/n! I'm right here come sit! Come sit!"
You scurried over in her direction and sat down giddily. She grabbed your hand and started telling you everything she had learned about her family line when she went to the library earlier "And my grandpa Aladdin, actually didn't get with princess jasmine. That means he's not actually sultan!" She said panicky almost as if she feared they would make her leave if they found out she wasn't a true princess
"It's ok Reena, I'm here and my mother isn't a queen, or a princess, or a duchess. I'm just a regular girl"
"Really?"
"Yes, really!"
"Ohh thank you y/n, you really made me feel bet-"
You covered her mouth and listened to the sounds grow louder. Sounds that made every Evergirl sit up straight in their seat. Sounds they had spent their whole lives longing to hear. From the hall, the stomp of boots, and the clash of steal.
The west doors flew open revealing sixty pretty, handsome, Princely Boys. In the middle of a sword fight.
Their sunkissed skin peaked out between theri light blue sleeves and collars; with tall navy boots matching high-cut waistcoats and knotted slim ties each embroidered with the initial of the boys name.
As the boys playful crossed blades, their shirts became untucked and buttons fell loose, reveling slender waists and flashes of muscle.
