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~ Claire ~
"Carlos and Jay are pretty good at this tourney thing, aren't they?"
"Yeah, they're pretty good E. But what I don't understand is how everyone here can stand for up to 2 hours."
Mal buts in, "Claire, most of these kids are future Kings and Queens--"
"Some are apprentices."
"They learn stupid stuff like 'how to have great posture', 'how to fake a smile when extra necessary', and apparently 'how to stand up for 2 hours'."
Evie asks, "Do you think they have books on all the stuff you just named?"
"Probably, it is Auradon after all." Ugh. I hate it when she says things like that. I mean, yeah she thinks I'm a VK and yeah, she's from the Isle where nothing good comes from but that doesn't give her the right to talk about Auradon like that.
Even though I'm saying this in my head, I laugh at her stupid joke. "Wait, did the other team just get a point?"
"Hey, at least we've tied now Claire."
"Yeah but Mal, that means that anyone can win. That's a 50/50 split chance that we could win or lose and I hate math." Mal chuckles at my distress.
"Claire, calm down. If Carlos and Jay are as good at this game as they look they are then we might be fine."
"Okay. I trust you Mal."
"And Carlos, the big blocker, goes down. Jay, to the kill-zone, picks up Carlos; Oh, he's being hammered by dragon fire yet still going on!-"
"Hey Evie, I'm gonna go get a drink."
"Okay." As I get to the concession stand, there's no one there but I start to browse what type of drinks they have anyways. Zoom? They still have it huh? This drink is like the epitome of children's dreams. I smile at the thought of my old friends but then feel someone bump into me.
The mysterious voice says, "Watch where you're going, Villain Kid."
"Uhh, I think you ran into me." As I turn around I discover that the mysterious voice belonged to the Queen B herself, not that Queen B, Princess Audrey. We say in sync, 'Oh, it's you.'
