Ever After High Diaries

Ginger Breadhouse's diary

Takes The Cake

In the world of fairytales, everyone is used to stories staying the same. Before my first day at Ever After High, my mom - the candy witch fromHansel & Gretel - told me the secret ingredient for making it through school: the more evil, the better. But that's not me. I'm so over people following breadcrumbs to out gingerbread cabin in the Dark Forest, only to run away screaming "WITCH! WITCH!" Good food should bring people together. That's all I ever wanted to do.

So what if I'm destined to be a villain? I've written a new list ingredients for why I don't see that happening. It's 1 tablespoon of "scaring children creeps me out", 1/2 of "rewriting my story", and a scoop of sugar to sweeten. It's a daring new flavor profile, but will it pass the taste test?

Chapter 1

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! The croquet field shook as Madam Baba Yaga's massive chicken-legged office burst through the Enchanted Forest, lurching in every direction. The door flew open, nearly sling-shotting Madam Yaga to the ground bellow. "STOP!" she screeched, and the office obeyed. "Sorry, Ms. Breadhouse. It's scared you're gonna turn in into fried chicken. Well, come in."

I was in trouble and I knew why. During Midterm Hexams, my assignment was to trap Helga and Gus Crumb - the next Hansel and Gretel - and prepare them for witch stew. Instead, I prepared a 5-course dinner, and thanked them for coming after they ate their fill. It did not go over well.

The office whimpered when I approached it's door. Madam Yaga sat behind her desk, next to scowling Helga and her hysterically sobbing cousin, Gus. Helga pointed an accusing finger at me. "You vere supposed to poot Gus in der cage!"

"All I vanted vas to eat candy!" Gus gasped between sobs. "Now vee floonked and it's all your fault!"

"Floonked?" I asked, confused by his accent.

"Flunked," Madam Yaga clarified. "Failed. A big all F."

I stopped breathing. Why didn't I just do what I was told?

Madam Yaga grinned a toothly grin. "Oh, nobody failed." I could breathe again."These two are actually off the hook. The improper telling of Hansel & Gretel is entirely your fault, however. Headmaster Grim wanted to fail you. Even expel you."

My throat tightened. "My mom is going to kill me!"

"Makes sense. She is a witch," Baba Yaga shrugged. "You have one more chance. Only this time, I'll play Gretel and the headmaster will play Hansel. I'd suggest no funny business." What a recipe for disaster.

Chapter 2

That night, I didn't get a wink of sleep. My eyes ached as I dragged myself to the Castleteria and reflexively mumbled my breakfast order. "3 little candied bacon cupcakes with Maple Syrup-on a Time ice cream in a Wonderland waffle cone, please."

Hagatha grunted, and bounced two 2 scoopfuls of soggy scrambled eggs on top of rubbery sausage patties. "NEXT!"

I sat at the table in the farthest corner and began seasoning my breakfast. Seasoning food always helps me take my mind off things. After a few minutes, I all but forgot about the retest.

That is, until I heard familiar hummingbird-like flapping of fairy wings. "Heeeeeey, Ginger!" said Faybelle Thorn. The daughter of the Dark Fairy landed in the seat across from me. She didn't wait to be invited to sit. I guess it comes with the territory when you're the future Sleeping Beauty villain. "So, between you at Midterms and Raven Queen's 'I'm not gonna be the next Evil Queen' fiasco, it's like nobody wants to be a villain anymore." Faybelle's eyes darkened. "So, seeing how we go way back ... are you a villain or aren't you?"