Opposite Hearts || Yn x Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 3

Agatha's pov:
Mirrored words arched over golden gates ahead:

The School for Good
Enlightenment and Enchantment

I caught my reflection in the letters and turned away. I hated mirrors and avoided them at all costs. (Pigs amd dogs don't sit around looking at themselves, she thought.) Moving forward, I glanced up at the frosted castle doors, emblazoned with two white swans. But as the doors opened and fairies herded the girls into a tight, mirrored corridor, the line came to a halt and a group of girls circled me like sharks.

They stared at me for a moment, all except one who stood a little behind the others and looked down at the floor in sympathy, as if expecting me to whip off my mask and reveal a princess underneath. I tried to meet their stares, but instead met my own face reflected in the mirrors a thousamd times and instantly glued my eyes to the marble floor. A few fairies buzzed to get the mass moving, but most just perched on the girls' shoulders and watched. Finally, one of the girls stepped forward, with waist- length gold hair, succulent lips, and toppaz eyes. She was so beautiful she didn't look real.

"Hello, I'm Beatrix," she said sweetly. " I didn't catch your name".
"That's because I never said it," I said, eyes pinned to the ground.
"Are you sure you're in the right place?" Beatrix said, even sweeter now.
I felt a word swim into my mind-a word I needed, but was still to foggy to see.
"Um, I uh-"
"Perhaps you just swam to the wrong school," smiled Beatrix.
The word lit up in my head. Dirversion.
I looked up into Beatrix's dazzling eyes. "This is the School for Good, isn't it? The legendary school for beautiful and worthy girls destined to be princesses?"
"Oh," said Beatrix, lips pursed pursed. "So your not lost?"
"Or confused?" said another with Arabian skin and jet black hair.
"Or blind?" said a third with deep ruby curls.

"In that case, I'm sure you have your Flowerground Pass," Beatrix said.
I blinked. "My what?"
"Your ticket into the Flowerground ," said Beatrix. You know, the way we all got here. Only officially accepted students have tickets into the Flowerground."

All the girls held up large golden tickets, flaunting their names in regal calligraphy, stamped with the School Master's black-and-white swan seal.
Only the girl who had stood behind the others staring at the ground in sympathy didn't hold up her ticket. Instead she looked at me with a sad look in her eyes, as if to determine whether to say something or not.

"Ohhh, that Flowerground Pass," I scoffed. I dug my hands in my pockets. "Come clise and I'll show you."
The girls gathered suspiciously. Menawhile my hands fumbled for a diversion-matches...coins...dried leaves..

"Um, closer."
Murmuring girls huddled in. "It shouldn't be this small," Beatrix huffed.

"Shrunk in the wash," I said, scraping through more matches, melted chocolate, a headless bird ( Reaper hid them in her clothes). "It's in here somewhere-"

"Perhaps you lost it," said Beatrix
Mothballs...peanut shells...another dead bird...
"Or misplaced it," said Beatrix.
The bird? The match? Light the bird with the match?
"Or lied about having one at all."
"Oh, I feel it now-"
But all I felt was a nervous rash across my neck-

"You know what happens to intruders, dont you," Beatrix said.
"Here it is-" Do something!
Girls crowded me ominously.
Do something now!

She did the first thing she thought of and delivered a swift, loud fart.
An effective diversion creates both chaos and panic. And I delivered on both counts. Vile fumes ripped through the tight corridor as squealing girls stampeded for cover amd fairies swooned at first smell, leaving her a clear path to the door. Only Beatrix stood in her way, to shocked to move. I took a step towards her like a wolf.
"Boo."
Beatrix fled for her life.

As I sprinted for the door, I looked back with pride as girls collided into walls amd trampled each other to escape. Then in the corner of my eye I noticed the girl who had been looking at me with sympaphy, standing a little more further back, with her nose scrunched up, still looking at me sadly. She was about to come up to me but I lunged through the fristed doors, fixed on rescuing Sophie, and ran for the lake, but just as I got to it, the waters rose up in a giant wave and with a tidal crash, slammed me back through the doors, through screeching girls, until I landed on my stomach in a puddle.

I staggered to my feet and froze.
"Welcome, New Princess," said a floating, seven-foot nymph. It moved aside to reveal a foyer so magnificent I lost my breathe. "Welcome to the School for Good."

AN:
Sorry this chapter is kinda long. I'll be adding Mattheo Riddle onto the story soon:)