Thank you for opening my story, I was watching the movie and this idea just popped into my head. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Descendants, nor any of it's characters. I only own a few OCs I have created for this story.
Sydney White's POV
"What are you doing?!" Screamed Talia, my roommate, and the daughter of prince Naveen and princess Tiana.
"Um, eating breakfast?"
"I mean why aren't you getting ready?!"
"I am ready."
"No you are not! I mean look at what you're wearing!" I looked down at my clothes, my slightly baggy blue t-shirt hanging low over my sweat-pants.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"Everything! Come on, you're changing." Talia grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards my closet. The specific half of my closet that I do not touch. I have a nack for picking out the most gorgeous clothes, and while part of me can't help but buy them, I try my hardest not to wear them.
"Talia, you know I think beauty is superficial."
"And you know that I totally understand why you hate the idea of beauty becoming the most important thing in someones life, but that doesn't mean you can't look pretty every once in a while." She says while pushing me forward a few steps into the soft fabric. In a matter of seconds I've changed into an outfit that Talia deemed worthy of today.
I frown at the mirror and stare at my new outfit. Talia has traded my sweatpants for a blue pencil skirt and my baggy blue shirt for a light yellow one with a blue short sleeve jacket to top it off. She has curled my short black hair to fall in soft ringlets around my shoulders and placed a red headband in the middle of all the curls to top it off. It had taken a lot of negotiating for her to let me keep my black rimmed glasses on.
"I hate you."
"Oh, you know you love me. If it makes you feel better, just think of it like you're dressing up for the kids of the isle, this is going to me their first day. You do want to make a good first impression don't you?" I sigh, knowing she's right.
Everyone is gathered in the entrance court, waiting for the kids if the isle to arrive. I look across the lawn at our school band playing and instantly spot my friend Doug. I wave to him and he winks back, busy playing his trumpet. The limo pulls up a little past eleven o'clock. The band continues to play, but stops as soon as the door pops open. Everyone stares as two boys roll out of the car, and I slap my hand over my mouth trying not to laugh. A smaller boy with white hair rolls upon the ground as a taller one with long brown hair stands above him. My eyes catch on the tall one, and I stare at him for a few extra moments than I think are really necessary. He's handsome, surprisingly so that my heart beats a little faster. His hair is longer than I usually thought looked attractive on a guy buy it worked for him, and I hated him for it. Looks were not a thing that I tried to focus on. When being called the fairest almost gets your mother killed, it kind of gives a whole new meaning to the word beauty. Sadly the trait of fairest is passed down. I'm not saying I hate looking pretty, or pretty things for that matter, I just hate the attention you can receive for it. The compliments are never truly sincere, especially when the only real reason people believe you are pretty is because your mother is the fairest of them all. But I got over that a long tome ago. Staring at this guy, however, made my mouth go a little dry, and made the temperature around me rise a bit.
The two boys look to be fighting over some form of blue cloth that I can't quite identify. The taller boy pushes his boot into the white haired boy's throat, pulling at the cloth. Two more girls exit the limo, seeming oblivious to the two boys fighting in front of them. Fairy godmother, the headmistress here at Auradon Prep, pushes through the school band, prince Ben and princess Audrey following close behind. The for isle kids notice seem to suddenly notice the audience and the approaching fairy godmother.
"Leave it like you found it!" says fairy godmother, in a sing song tone. "And by that I mean just leave it." Her tone suddenly becoming serious.
The taller boy throws a bunch of stuff back into the limo.
"Hello, Foxy." He says, stepping up to Audrey, and I groan whilst rolling my eyes. Of course, little miss perfect. Audrey would be okay, if she wasn't so stuck up and narcissistic. Sometimes, I think she's more in love with herself than she is been. "The names Jay." Audrey only gives a little laugh in return.
Jay, what a nice name, my mind rolls out. Instantly I brush the thought away. Fairy Godmother bends in front of Audrey, reverting the attention back to her.
"Welcome to Auradon Prep." Says fairy godmother. "I'm Fairy Godmother, headmistress."
"The fairy godmother." Asks one of the girls, one who has purple hair. "As in 'bobbidi-bobbidi-boo'?"
"Bibbidi-bobbidi you know it." reaplys fairy godmother. By this time I had zoned out, deciding I didn't need to here the oh-so-nice introductionI knew Audrey would eventually be sharing. I stepped to the side and motioned to Doug that I'd meet him inside. I slowly began to make my way into the building. A few seconds later dug was at my side.
"So what do you think of them?" I asked.
"They're kind of scary." He said, shrugging. I laughed at his response.
"They're not that scary, a bit rough around the edges maybe, but hey they did grow up on the isle of the lost."
"Yeah I guess you're right."
"Doug, come here" Says Ben, as we enter the building. The four kids of the isle standing right beside Ben. I trail along behind Doug. "This is Doug. He's going to help you with your class schedules and show you the rest of the dorms."
"Mhmm." I silently cough in the background.
"Oh and this is Sydney."
"Hi." I awkwardly wave. "I'm not actually benifical to you I just thought this would be a better way to introduce myself. It was a better plan in my head, especially since Ben didn't forget me in my head."
"Sorry Sydney."
"I'm just joking." I said playfully pushing Ben. He laughed and walked back over to the isle kids. He stopped in front of the girl with purple hair.
"I'll see you later okay?" He said, his eyes seeming to only look at her. "And if there is anything you need, feel free to..."
"Ask Doug." Audrey suddenly cut in with a fake laugh, which I could tell made Ben feel uncomfortable.
"Hi, guys. I'm Dopey's son. As in Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy, and..." Doug's voice fades away when he spots the other girl, whom has blue hair. "Heigh-ho." he breathes out and I try not to laugh.
"Evie." She says. "Evil queens daughter."
"Oh, and this is... um."
"Sydney, Sydney White."
"Yeah."
"White?" Says the Evie girl. "As in Snow White?"
"Yeah."
"Oh." I know what she means. Her mother poisoned mine because of her beauty. I nod and pretend I don't understand the need for her question. I hold no grudge against her, it was her mother whom poisoned mine, not her.
"Okay, so about your classes." Says Doug, trying to change the subject. "I, uh, put in the requirements already. History of woodsmen and pirates, safety rules for the internet, and, uh, remedial goodness 101."
"Let me guess, new class?" asked the girl with purple hair. Doug only nodded his head. I kept glancing at Jay, making myself feel awkward in the process. "Come on guys. Let's go find our dorms."
They all began walking in the wrong direction, Doug seeming oblivious to the matter as he stared at Evie.
"Mhmm." I coughed loudly, grabbing Doug's attention.
"What?" I gave hime a look and nodded my head towards the group of four. "Oh, uh, yeah. Your dorms are that way, guys." The four nodded at him and heading in the other direction. "Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Sleepy, and..." Doug made a look, pondering who the fourth dwarf was.
"Sneezy, Doug, it's Sneezy." I said laughing as I pulled him off to class.
Jay's POV
"That wasn't so bad." said Carlos, as we stepped into our room. It was large, with a flat screen tv and a table on one side and two beds on the other.
"Yeah, I guess." I said, cracking my fingers. "It wasn't all that great either." After putting what little stuff we had away, I decided I din't feel like staying all couped up in the room.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." I said before shutting the door behind me.
"What are you doing?" Said a voice from behind me. I froze, I didn't think anyone else was here. I currently stand in a little courtyard that I assumed was currently empty. It's small and secluded and I noticed it on my escape route from my stealing spree. I had come upon a little area with some books lying about and an apple sitting closely by, but not a soul in sight. Or so I thought.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked, trying to stall until I could plan a perfect get away.
"It looks like you're taking my apple." I turned around to come face to face with the beautiful girl from earlier. Sydney, I think her name was. She hair was black as ebony, her skin was so pale it closely resembled snow, and her lips were as red as blood. Then it hit me, she was the daughter of Snow White. I thought I had heard that somewhere.
"Well sorry, I didn't know this was such an important apple to you." I turn my charm up a little.
"It's not," She said with a smirk, not quite buying my act. "You can have it. I hate apples, it just happened to some with the rest of my lunch. I was just wondering why you didn't just ask." I scoffed.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes. You're Jay, son of Jafar. I saw you earlier today." She surprised me with her answer, but I din't let it show.
"Then you must know where I come from. We don't ask for things on the Isle of the Lost." I said, dropping voice down an octive as I spoke. Her smirk fell, and her eyes clouded over a bit.
"Tha...that doesn't mean you can't start now." She said, stuttering a bit. I smirked.
"We're not like kids like you." I said, as I started to walk around her.
"What... what's that supposed to mean?"
"Good kids. I bet you're just a good girl, straight to the bone."
"You... you don't know what you're talking about.
"Oh really, you can prove me wrong?" I baited.
"You know what, I change my mind, you can't have my apple." She said, ripping the apple out of my hand and throwing it into the distance. She gasped, as if suprised about her own actions. "I'm sorry, I'll go get it." She said, running off to go find it.
I couldn't help myself as I began to laugh. Weird girl, I thought.