~6~

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~6~

Driving along the smooth road felt like it took forever. All I could think about was what dad had said.

Just like what I did to your mother... What truly happened to her? I thought he loved her. But I guess it was all a lie. Up in the corner of the limo's seat with my head hidden in my arms. I could smell the sugary sweets that tried to seduce me to eat them. But my throat was too raw and my mind pounded too hard for me to be able to eat anything.

I began to hear music – not just any music, a song that was played by brass instruments and string drums. Cheers seeped into the limo and made my mind begin to whir again. I lifted my head and looked up and out of the window. There were pine trees that lined the road with clump of teenagers that waved flags at the limo and cheered. Going past the final three, the limo swerved around the road and stopped in front of a brass band that played the music. Behind them was a large, spectacular castle that had sparkling windows and clean stones. I thought it was only in dreams but now that I'm here, I knew why my father and other villains wanted to rule the world.

The door opened and the sound of cheering and music dramatically increased. I uncurled myself and climbed out of the chair and emerged into the world. Looking around I saw some girls gasping and commenting into each other's ears. Some nodded their head in agreement whilst some eyes lit up with smiles on their faces.

"Piper Facilier," I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to see a short woman in a baby blue dress and brown hair that was curled up into an up do with a big, warm smile on her face. "Welcome to Auradon prep." Her arms were extended out like she was about to hug me. "I am the headmaster and also known as the fairy godmother. Prince Ben would have been here but he had some royal duties to attend but he asked me to send his personal apologies and his biggest welcome to Auradon Prep."

Once I knew who she was, everything was put into place. Of course she was headmaster. She was a powerful fairy but not as powerful as maleficent.

I didn't know what to say until a boy came over with shaggy brown hair and wore a red blazer with dress trousers and I white shirt underneath. His eyes were green and were beautiful. He was handsome, but not as much as Carlos.

CARLOS.

I have almost forgotten about him. The goodness that radiated off everything made my mind turn to goo, especially my sight because of the blinding sun.

I open my mouth to ask Fairy Godmother about Carlos but she was walking – no, waddling, away with the band members following her. The brown haired boy stayed behind with a small smile on his face. He walked a few steps closer until he looked at the line of brass musicians with me.

"Well that was unusual" he said. I turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised. "She normally has a bigger speech about 'open doors to wisdom'" he said in a high pitched tone.

I let out a giggle and turned to look at him. He was laughing as well. He outstretched his hand and watched me with a side grin. "I'm Reed, Rapunzel and Eugene's kid."

I stared at his hand as I chewed on my lip. I didn't plan on making friends. All I wanted to do was find Carlos and get away from this foreign place. I was way out of my league with all of the fanciness and superiority that glowed off the castle walls.

Reed pulled away his hand and cleared his throat in the awkward situation. "Well, then let me show you around."

We both walked around the school with polished wood floors that held grand carpets and too many vases to count with beautiful flowers that made each room smell like heaven. But I still couldn't keep my mind off Carlos. I was worried about what my father and Maleficent was doing to him. I hope that he would come. I had never missed him so much before in my life. I miss counting each freckle as I sat in his lap. I miss sneaking up on him and tugging on his white locks, making him pull me over his shoulder and sneak in kisses. I just miss everything about him.

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