[Descendats Fanfiction] There's a new girl in town. Ben didn't bring four kids to Auradon. No, no, no. He brought five. The daughter of Maleficent, the daughter of the Evil Queen, the son of Cruella De Vil, the son of Jafar...and the daughter of the...
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(*Imagine the second outfit but with all the white parts in red*)
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The next day, the five of us were in a class with Fairy Godmother for Remedial Goodness 101. "If someone hands you a crying baby...", she pointed out from the board. I was seated alone, on Evie's right. She and Mal were paired at a desk on my left and on their left, Carlos and Jay sat together.
I didn't really mind being alone. I was not even looking up as I was scribbling away at my jotter. This class was beyond boring. "Do you A) Curse it? B) Lock it in a tower? C) Give it a bottle? Or D) Carve out its heart?", she asked. Honestly B sounded pretty fun. Create a modern day Rapunzel. But D sounded more like a 'Queen of Hearts' thing to do.
"Evie", Fairy Godmother pointed. "What was the second one?", Evie asked innocently. I just smirked. I thought that one was the most fun too. "Mal?", Fairy Godmother pointed at the purple-haired rogue. "C – Give it a bottle", Mal answered.
"Correct, again", the perky woman commended her. "You and Quinn are on fire, girl", Carlos told her. "Just pick the one that doesn't sound like any fun", I said. "Exactly", Mal agreed. "Oh" "That makes so much sense", the others seemed to catch on. Still, this exercise was pointless. It doesn't matter if we can answer them. It's if we're actually going to do any of this stuff that counts...which, to be clear, we are not.
Just then, I heard a girly scream. You know, that kind of scream when one of these Auradon losers see a cockroach or something. I looked up and saw a girl with shoulder-length dark hair in a blue dress come in. She must have screamed on seeing us. I just stared at her.
"Hello, dear one", Fairy Godmother greeted her. "Hi", the girl choked out. "You need to sign off an early dismissal for the coronation", she rushed, handing the woman a clipboard, all the while not taking her eyes off us. She was terrified of us and I liked it. I just loved the smell of fear. [A/N: Death has entered the chat]
"Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane", Fairy Godmother said. Oh, that's who she was! That explained the resemblance. "Mom, no", Jane apprehended her mother. Clearly, she didn't want any of us knowing she existed. Five of us just exchanged glances and smirks.
