The day I ended up on the Isle was like any other day, until it wasn't.
"What's my name? What's my name? Uma! Say it louder. What's my name? What's my name? Uma! Feel the power."
I was an ordinary thirteen-year-old girl the day it all went down. I was watching Descendants 2, the sequel to my favorite movie. I was obsessed! This was the third time in two days I'd watched the sequel. I already knew all the words to all of the songs. I sang along with Uma, singing at the top of my lungs. I wasn't the best singer, but I loved singing so I didn't care.
"Shut up, Hadley!" My older brother shouted from his bedroom. He had a friend over (like he did every night during the summer) and I was probably embarrassing him. I smirked to myself and shouted.
"YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY; BAD GIRLS HAVE ALL THE FUN. NEVER LEARNED HOW TO COUNT CAUSE I'M NUMBER ONE," I shouted alongside Harry as he danced on the screen. "READY HERE WE COME, WE ALWAYS GET OUR WAY. IT'S A PIRATE'S LIFE EVERY SINGLE DAY-"
Jake cut me off by storming into my room and turning the TV off, cutting off Harry's solo. Which, you know, was the best part of the song!
"Hey!" I shouted. I jumped off my bed. "I was watching that."
"You're being annoying!" Jake retorted. "Stop watching your dumb movie. Or at least shut up and turn it down."
"You're not the boss of me," I replied. I turned the TV back on and turned the volume up. Jake bent down and unplugged the DVD player.
"MOM!" We shouted at the same time. I could already hear our tired mother working her way up the steps as she listened to us bicker.
"You can't do that I'm watching my movie God Jake leave me alone you're such a jerk go play your stupid video games with your stupid friend and lose cause you always loser you're such a loser..."
"You're so loud and annoying your movie is stupid you leave me alone you little brat why don't you go make your own friends oh right cause no one likes you..."
"HEY!" Mom shouted as I took a step back. Jake's words hit me hard, and I started to tear up. I didn't have any friends and I was very sensitive about that. Jacob knew that. I could tell by his face that he knew he went too far. "That is enough out of both of you. Jacob, go back to your room and stop picking on your sister or else your little friend is going home. Hadley, you need to respect that Jacob has company."
"I'm just trying to have fun," I mumbled, looking down at my feet. I was trying hard not to cry.
"Hads," Jacob said, but I ignored him and climbed under my covers. Mom sighed. She never knew the right thing to say. She quietly plugged my DVD player back in place, told Jake again to leave, and started the movie over again. The volume was quiet but audible, which is no fun when it comes to musicals. I didn't say anything, just curled up under my blankets and let Ways to be Wicked play.
I wished I could run away like Mal, but I wouldn't have an Evie or Ben to come bring me home. I'd just be gone forever. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
I sat up and leaned against my headboard, watching as Evie went to get Ben and tell him that Mal was gone. I finally started to cry, wishing I had friends like them. I was so alone- so lonely. I felt like I could drown in the feeling.
I wish I could have friends like the Descendants, I wished silently, closing my eyes. I didn't notice that right then, outside my window, there was a shooting star streaking across the sky.
I fell asleep like that, half-sitting up and watching Descendants 2, my wish swirling 'round and 'round in my mind.
I woke to the feeling of someone patting me down. I sat up with a start, face-to-face with a troll. A literal troll. So, I did the only thing a thirteen-year-old girl would be expected to do in that situation. I screamed.
It (he?) growled and shoved me into the wall behind me. "You've got nothing to steal anyway, princess." It spit on the ground by my feet and stomped off.
I wasn't in my bed anymore, as if that wasn't already obvious. I was in some sort of alley, still wearing my pajamas. Above me was some shabby awning and above that was nothing but grey, stormy skies. It looked like it was going to pour any second.
"Where am I?" I asked myself. The alley was dirt underneath my bare feet and there was nothing but an overflowing dumpster next to me. I tucked my light blonde hair behind my ears, finding it to be much dirtier and more knotted than it should have been. There were closed doors lining the walls of the alley, though none of them gave any signs of life. There was a way out on the other side of the alley, but before I could move I heard a voice call my name.
"Hadley! There you are!" It turned out there was another door on the other side of the dumpster and a creature crawled out of it, grabbing onto my arm. I stumbled back, trying to get away from the thing, but it held on strong. The thing was spindly and blue, almost like a cross between a person and a baby dragon. "Your father's been looking for you everywhere! You're in huge trouble."
The thing was strong and easily dragged me. I tried to dig my heels into the dirt, but it was hard as stone and didn't give me any traction at all.
"Who are you?" I demanded, using my free hand to grab onto the grimy dumpster. "And what do you mean, my dad?" My dad died shortly after I was born. Car accident.
"You're going to get us both in trouble, Hadley! Come on." It gave on huge tug and my fingers slipped from the dumpster and I went crashing into the blue creature.
"PANIC," a far-too-familiar voice shouted from inside the building, "WHERE IS THAT WRETCHED GIRL? DAMN HER TO HELL!"
"Panic?" I repeated dumbly as the blue creature shoved me off of its body.
"That's my name. Now come on!" Panic dragged me inside the building and we stopped cold in front of the furious man in the room.
He was taller than any person I'd ever seen in my life. His blue hair was wild, his skin slightly blue as well. His teeth were pointed and crooked as he sneered at me.
"There you are! Out all night again, you little wretch! Where's the food? The money? Clothes? Did you get ANYTHING from the barge today?"
"The what?" I asked, heart pounding. I was terrified and confused. I wanted to go home. I tried to back up, to leave the way I came, but Panic was still behind me and held me there. He shook his head at me.
The man slapped me across the face.
"Useless! What is the point of having children if they're useless! I should have killed your mother when she said she was pregnant. It would have been a lot better than having to raise you!"
"I- I- don't-"
"Just go to your room and stay there for once, you godforsaken- Agh! Pain! Go fetch some supplies before they all end up in the shops! Panic, make sure she doesn't leave again. I'm tired of having to track her down." The main whined and complained like a child, but I was too scared of him to move. Panic shoved me hard and I stumbled forward as both he and his fatter, red counterpart muttered a response.
"Yes, Lord Hades."
A/N: What did everyone think of Descendants 2? I'm totally obsessed. It's not even funny. I tried to refrain from starting another fanfiction, but here it is :p Hopefully I'll be able to stick to it and finish it, since it's going to be a long one. I've got plans for it! Let me know what you thought of the chapter.
Stay evil, dollface!