Author's Note:
Hi, this is a story about Mal's life on the isle. I hope you like it. Also some scenes will be from the book, don't like it, don't read it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Descendants or the books or any of its characters.
A young girl the age of, well almost six years old is at the market, when she sees a goblin drop his apples on the floor. The purple-haired girl helps the goblin and picks them up one by one and puts them back in the basket. The girl's mother (you guessed it) Maleficent was furious with her daughter and kicks the basket over and grabs her daughter.
The girl (Mal) is thrown into the house. "Stupid! Stupid girl!" her mother yells, "Helping that goblin, you would've thought you were raised in Auradon! At your age I was cursing entire kingdoms! You are such a disappointment. Off to your room." Mal went to her room, (if you could call all the rundown furniture in there an actual room) without question. That day she made a vow to herself that she would never be a disappointment again.
The next day Mal quickly rose from her bed feeling a burst of excitement. Today was her day and she was going to tag the whole hideous Isle. She put on a navy green leather jacket and a black splattered purple tank top. She grabbed her spray paints before she climbed out her window and took off.
Mal was having fun tagging her name all over town, when suddenly she was pulled aside by a hooded figure into a dark ally. She looked at the figure wait correction, boy, and studied him. He was not much older than her and he looked a bit out of shaped and…. needed to brush his teeth they smelled! He had just said hi. She could take him down. And like a flash of light she had kicked his head and punched his stomach. "Oww..." the boy moaned as he backed away from her. "Why did you do that?" "Well let me see, hmm, I was just pulled into a dark alley by stranger in the midst of an island full of criminals, so excuse me for being cautious." "You don't have to be that cautious." He mumbled. "What's your name?" she asked sounding like Maleficent herself. "The name's Jay and you are?" she studied him again. "You're lying" "What! No way! How could you tell? Fine my name is Jayden but only call me Jay." "Fine and my name is Mal." "Now you're lying" "Okay! My name is Maleficent but my mother said I can't use my full name until I prove I'm evil enough." Jay nodded. "So, friends?" "No way villains don't have friends." "Okay then, allies." "Okay" she replied. Then they went together stealing and spray painting the Isle of the Lost.