Princess of Hearts

Rotten to the Core

The Isle of the Lost was home to all of the villains and their descendants. This was where I lived. My name is Heather, I'm fourteen, and I'm the daughter of the Queen of Hearts. I attended school at Dragon Hall with my friends Mal, daughter of Maleficent, Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, Jay, son of Jafar, and Carlos, son of Cruella De Vil. We were some of the most mischievous kids on the Isle; one could even say we were rotten to the core.

Mal stood upon a box as she spray painted a symbol of her mother with the phrase Long Live Evil. Mal wore a purple leather jacket that had two dragon's forming a heart, purple pants, and black combat boots. She turned around, flipping her purple hair, and began to sing.

They say I'm trouble

They say I'm bad

They say I'm evil,

And that makes me glad

Jay wore a yellow vest that had both red and blue patches sewn onto it; on the back was a cobra snake design. He had blue jeans, black shoes, and a maroon beanie. He jumped through one of the warehouses we have on the Isle.

A dirty no good

Down to the bone

Your worst nightmare

Can't take me home

Evie walked on top of a table where people were trying to eat. She wore a leather, cape-like jacket that had a broken crown on the back, a black skirt that had white, blue, and red paint splattered on it, black and white leggings that had branch-like designs, and black high heel boots.

So I got some mischief

In my blood

I followed closely behind Evie. Out of the four of them, I was closer to her. She was one of my first friends. I walked on the table just as Evie did. I wore a black, leather jacket with red sleeves, a gold skirt, red leggings, and black combat boots. On the back of my jacket, I had a red, broken heart design. I flipped my black hair around, showing off the red at the ends of my hair.

Can you blame me?

I never got no love

Carlos popped out of the window of another warehouse. He had white hair with black roots. He wore a black shirt, a black and white jacket with red sleeves, black and white shorts, and dark red combat boots. On the back of his jacket, he had black and white cross bones.

They think I'm callous

A low-life hood

I feel so useless

Misunderstood we all shout.

Mal, Evie, and I walk down an alley. We walked down confidently; Evie even puts her hands on her hips.

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the baddest of them all?

Welcome to my wicked world

Wicked world

Soon, all five of us meet up at a gate

I'm rotten to the core, core

Rotten to the core

I'm rotten to the core, core

Who could ask for more?