Clarissa, Queen Narissa's child, is on the list of new VKs that want to go to Auradon, and dreams of that fairy tale life more than anything, yearning to be more than simply worthless . When she finally leaves the gritty, cold, and cruel Isle with h...
The next morning was my first day of school at Auradon Prep.
Dizzy, Goth, and Evie had made me some exquisite gowns, but I honestly didn't feel like wearing them. They screamed "LOOK AT ME," like I wanted to make a stately and refined grand entrance. While I tried at times to be that kind of girl, like my mom was, I usually failed miserably. A queen was not afraid of failure; A queen knew that failure was another stepping stone to greatness. But I wasn't a queen yet.
So I pulled on one of my old ensembles from the Isle before strutting to class without a care in the world.
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My first-ever class at Auradon Prep was Remedial Goodness 101.
I creaked open the door, and my cool, elegant composure immediately dissipated and died.
I wandered idly from desk to desk, twiddling my thumbs at the ragtag group of villain kids that were, apparently, my classmates.
Dizzy and Daughter Gothel sat across from each other, squealing and gossiping about the joys of Auradon and talking hairstyling. I picked up the words "curling iron," "braiding," and "dyeing." They immediately waved me over to sit with them.
Those two loved me. They adored me. Dare I say it, they worshipped me, like a queen.
That could most definitely not be said about my other two classmates.
Calahan sat alone in the far left corner of the room, surrounded by empty desks on three sides, as if in his own little peninsula.
He rolled his ice-cold eyes and gritted his teeth at everyone in the room.
I quickly scurried all the way to the far right corner of the classroom, eager to get away from him.
I blanched and went ghost-white. (Now my cool, elegant composure was bleeding in a fire.)
There sat Uma, but she lacked any of the pride, determination, or fierce aggression she had always exhibited. Instead, she looked...sad, completely defeated, and completely alone.
The sight knocked the wind out of me. Back on the Isle, in Goth's tower, I had been afraid of becoming aggressive and jealous over being left behind on the Isle, like Uma was, with Dizzy gone.
But if this was who I was afraid of becoming....well, then I had almost found that fate, hadn't I?
With a start, I realized that while Calahan had chosen to sit all alone, no one had wanted to sit anywhere near Uma.
I actually felt horrible for her.
She had gone from the revered queen of the Isle to a reviled nobody in Auradon. It was the exact opposite of what had happened to me.
So, to Dizzy and Goth's shock, I took a seat by Uma just before the bell rang.
Fairy Godmother cheerfully waltzed in, whistling a jaunty tune.
"Welcome to Remedial Goodness 101!," she proclaimed, with a sudden wariness lurking behind the smile on her face, "Shall we take attendance?"
Silence.
"Dizzy Tremaine?," she asked.
"Here!," Dizzy replied.
"Princess Clarissa of Andalasia?," she called.
"Present," I answered.
Goth and Calahan were called on, and then FG made it to Uma.
"Uma?," she asked, with a little tremor in her voice.
Silence.
"Is Uma here?"
Silence.
"We don't know anyone by that name," Goth pretended, lying.
More silence.
It was depressing, really. Uma, of all people, wasn't responding to her own name, and no one was saying it. They were pretending they didn't know her name just to spite her.
"She's here, ma'am!," I said.
"Thank you," Fairy Godmother said respectfully.
Calahan Frollo gave me a look that said: You're such a goody two-shoes, and Uma gave me a look that said: Why are you being nice to me?
The rest of class consisted of pop quizzes by Fairy Godmother about basic goodness, which everyone in the class, except Uma and Calahan Frollo, aced.
