In between classes, Goth grabbed me by my shoulders and cornered me behind a locker.
"Goth, what would I ever be or do without you? That's what you told me when we arrived here. And now you go ballistic because Mal, of all people, is apparently everything you are and can do everything you can do?," Goth screamed hysterically.
"I never asked for you to cut class and eavesdrop, Goth."
"Princess Clarissa of Andalasia, do you realize that you have never once looked at me the way you do Mal? You've never once talked to me in the same way, never perfectly read me like you do to her."
"I made a new friend. It isn't the end of life and time as we know or could possibly imagine it. Cut the dramatics."
"You sure acted like it was, just for having the same tattoo as someone."
"I'll tell you one more time- you are not supposed to be here.," I demanded.
"Oh, so sorry for not obeying your command, your Highness," Goth said with a mocking curtsy, batting her eyelashes, "I suppose I don't know my place. Hey, just like your new best friend."
She stomped away.
Great, I thought. I'm making friends and enemies all around.
I glanced at my schedule.
Oh, wow, speaking of which, next is Enchanted Oceanography. Gosh, I can't think of ANYONE who's bound to be taking that class.
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This Enchanting New World
FanfictionClarissa, 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...
