oddball: a descendants story

A Beautiful Princess

Evie's p.o.v.

Evie was feehling pretty good about her first day of school until she heard the sound of a throat clearing. When she looked up, there was a pretty, purple haired girl standing in front of her caldron, staring at her with unmistakable venom. Her mother's "mirror" would have a few choice words about this one, that's for sure. Evie felt a cold dread as the memory of a certain infamous party came flooding back. Maybe if she played dumb and flattered her, the girl wouldn't remember what had happened 10 years ago. It was worth a shot, Evie thought.

"I'm Evie. What's your name?" Evie asked innocently, although she knew exactly who was standing in front of her. She desperately tried to think of a way to get out of this mess. "And by the way, that jacket is amazing. It looks great on you—I love all the patchwork leathers on it."

"Girl, that's her cauldron. You should bounce," a student named Yzla whispered loudly. Evie looked at the purple haired girl. "Oh, this is yours....?" Uh-oh. The purple-haired girl nodded. "I had no idea this was your desk, I'm so sorry! But it has such a great view of the lectern," Evie said with her trademarked bright smile, so blinding, it should have come with sunglasses. "Yes, it does," the purple-haired girl replied. "And if you don't move your blue-haired caboose out of it, you'll get some kind of view, all right." She snarled, brushing past Evie and noisily plonking her backpack down into the middle of the cauldron. Evie got the message, grabbed her things, and walked to a desk in the back of the classroom. "Is that who I think it is," she asked the small boy who was seated next to her. He looked younger than everyone and his hair was black at the roots but white at the tips. Actually, everything he wore was black and white with a splash of red. A fur-collared jacket with one black and one white side and red leather sleeves, a black button-down shirt with streaks of white, and long shorts with one white and one black-and-white leg. It was a pretty cool look. For a bloody skunk.

"If you mean Mal, you're right, and I would stay out of her way if I were you," he said. "Mal..." Evie breathed, her voice trembling nervously. "Yeah. Her mom's the Big Bad around here. You know—" He made horn signs with his hands on either side of his head. You didn't need to have lived on the Isle for long to know exactly whom he was talking about. Nobody dared speak her name, not unless absolutely necessary. It was Maleficent who had banished Evie and her mother ten years ago and caused Evie to grow up alone in a faraway castle. She couldn't believe that it was only her first day and she already made an enemy. She should've never come back to school in the first place. Magic Mirror on the wall, who's the stupidest of them all?