╰┈➤ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ⁱⁿˢᵉᶜᵘʳᵉ, ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ; ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ¡! ❞
The tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. She was too sad to cry out or wail, she just stood there as still as a statue while the magnitude of her loss s...
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"MAL! Mal! Mal! Mal!" The reporters drowned voices called out for the princess as she slammed the dormitory's door in their faces.
The overwhelming sensation began to wash over her like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf her very being. A cacophony of sights, sounds, and emotions assaulted her senses, making it difficult to think, to breathe, to even anchor herself in the present moment.
The world narrowed to the throbbing ball of anxiety nestled tightly within the pit of her stomach. The edges of her vision blurred as fear and worry wrapped green tendrils around her mind, constricting and suffocating.
"Woah... easy girl," Carlos said cautiously, raising a weary hand. The last thing he needed was a wrecked bedroom by the daughter of Maleficent. Knowing Jay and Chad, he'd be the only one to clean it up while the other two either harassed girls or swooned them.
"Easy? You think this is easy?" She snapped at him as she stormed over to his bed, "Everyone loves me," Mal pointed out.
Raising an eyebrow and giving a small shrug, Carlos' eyes couldn't care less, "And?"
"And what happened!" She dramatically flared her arms up into the air.
"Youuuuuu saved us a trip to toaster island," He half-jokingly responded, referencing the battle she had with her now-turned-lizard mother.
If looks could kill, Carlos would have rested with King Beasts' hairline.
"I'm overwhelmed, stressed, busy, and-... and I'm losing hair!" She annoyingly listed.
"So buy a diary," said a typing Carlos, raising his free hand, "and did you bring my twizzlers?"
Oh. Right. Jay ate his up the night after their Tourney game and tried lying that it was Doug.
"What is a diary going to do?!" She huffed out as she tossed him the bag of Auradon's best twizzlers, "Speak to me? 'Ooooh, Mal, wear platinum blonde tomorrow, Ben will love it'."
"Maybe it'll tell you that what Ben loves shouldn't control your decisions," That innocent smile couldn't fool her. He was being a passive dickhead.
Squinting her eyes and snatching a twizzler to eat, she gave him one final huff then stomped her way out of his dormitory.
