Hey guys! I just got back from a dance convention, Monsters of HipHop. It was AWESOME! While I was there, on my lunch break, I was reading 'The School for Good and Evil', and I thought of this story. I do hope you like it, everyone! And please, oh please remember to R&R! It always makes my heart sing a song. Or play dubstep. Or eat Pop-Tarts. Whichever one you prefer. :) Also, this takes place about 12 years before Sophie and Agatha's adventures. Just thought you should know that.
Fear radiated from the children of Gavaldon like heat from the Sun. Pretty and nice girls and boys tried to look as ugly and bad as possible, where the bad kids, covered in veils of black and grey, prayed in the churches, bribes tightly clasped in sweaty hands.
But one girl was unafraid. Why? She was off in her own little world, headphones around her neck, earbuds in her ears. Her head banged up and down to a thumping bass, which was so loud it almost rattled her soul.
Max, short for Maxeline, smiled as Skrillex and Knife Party poured through electric blue earbuds. Her hands and feet moved to their own accord, their actions implanting themselves deep in her mind. The dancing 12 year old girl flopped herself onto her bed. She didn't hear her father screaming at her to come down for dinner, as the music flowing through her earbuds was up all the way.
"Maxeline Kathleen Winters! You get down here this INSTANT!" Her father roared, right outside of her bedroom door. Max popped one earbud out of her right ear, and cocked her head. She looked down at her iPod and checked the time.
"6:15!" She exclaimed, surprised at how fast the day had gone. She had gotten up at noon, had lunch, then had headed upstairs, and started dancing. "Uh, coming, Dad!" She said as she realized that her father must be standing outside her door... Again. It happened every day.
She pushed her door open, and, with ears ringing, walked down the steps to the kitchen. Her mother, a kind hearted woman, smiled at her daughter, the clothes Max wore assuring her that her daughter would not be taken that year.
Max, in black combat boots, mis-matched neon yellow and green socks, black and white camo leggings, an off-the-shoulder neon yellow shirt and pastel blue tank top underneath, slid into her chair, and licked her lips as she saw what was on her plate-hamburgers and French fries, her favorite meal of all.
"What's the special occasion?" She asked, but not before taking a large mouthful of her burger.
"Nothing," her mother's quiet voice responded. "We just haven't had these in a long while, and we know you really love hamburgers, so I asked your father if he wouldn't mind having burgers for dinner. Obviously, he said yes."
Max practically inhaled her hamburger, then scarfed down French fry after French fry. When she was finished, she walked over to the sink, twirled around once, and put her empty plate in the sink. She pony-stepped back to her chair, eyes widening at what was on her placemat. A chocolate milkshake.
Max hopped into her chair, and slowly sipped the sweet, cold treat, relishing the chocolatey taste.
Right after she had emptied the glass, her mouth opened in a wide yawn. Her father chuckled.
"I think it's time for some young girl to go to bed," he said, eyes twinkling with humor. He had always loved his daughter, despite her almost boy-like ways.
She nodded, then, after bidding her parents a good night, shuffled back up the stairs, looking exhausted.
But as soon as she closed her door, the tiredness fell from her face. She took her long caramel hair out of its pony-tail and climbed into her bed, iPod in hand.
Max was just watching dance clips when a loud bang came from outside. Quickly and silently, she hit the power button on her glowing device, stuffed it under her pillow, and hopped out of bed. Still in her clothes from the day, her combat boots softly clicking against the hard wood floor. She peeked out her window, and jumped back in shock when a shadow flitted by her neighbors house, and looked straight into her open window.
Her hazel eyes filled with fear as the shadow jumped into her two story window. But her only thought was, 'how did that creeper just jump 10 feet in the air?'
"Get out, you stalker!" Max yelled, reaching for her pillow. But before she could reach it, the shadow's and wrapped around her wrist, and she only had enough time to grab her iPod with her earbuds and the bright purple headphones at the foot of her bed before she was pulled out the window.
When the two landed, Max spun around when she heard a voice say "Hey, Max."
The girl turned, and was face-to-face with Brody Shodhanks, a 12 year old boy with black hair, dark brown eyes, and the creepiest smile imaginable, looked at her, not caring that his clothes were covered in mud. Max looked down to see her leggings splattered with dark brown mud.
"Hey, watch it!" She yelled to the shadow. "These are my swag leggings!" The shadow didn't even slow down or turn his head, he just kept running through the woods.
Suddenly, he flung both children up into a high tree. The kids frantically clambered up the pine, desperate to see where they were.
Two heads popped out of the tree, and both eyes widened at the sight of two castles, one black and grim, the other light and fair.
A screech behind Max and Brody made them both turn their heads. A bird, made completely out of bones, flew towards the children and picked them up, one in each bony talon.
As it flew over the dark school, Brody fell out of its clutches, he screamed out for Max to save him. She tried to grab his meaty hand, but the bird swerved and her fingertips just grazed his before Max, too, was dropped, but this time to the bright school. As she fell through fluffy white clouds, she only wish was that her death when she hit the ground would be swift and painless.