Labels-Chapter One

A/N: Hey, guys. So I know Mal banished Evie when they were six in the Isle of the Lost, but I went a different route, so in this story that never happened. Here are the characters ages in the story currently:

Jay-18

Evie-17

Mal-16

Carlos-14

Ben-17

Yeah, so back to the story.

I didn't want to tell my friends that I was being bullied, and risk them giving up the popularity they had managed to gain in order to protect me. Jay had quickly rose through the ranks in Tourney, and was dating the head cheerleader. Mal was dating King Ben, making her the future queen, and no one wanted to mess with directly. Carlos was always followed by Dude, and a German Shepherd/Husky mix he named Fabian, both who would attack anyone who messed with their beloved master. Me, however, I was the easiest target. I sighed as Chemistry let out, grabbing my books and headed down to Lunch, which was easily the worst period of the day. After the coronation, Mal wanted to take art classes, so they shifted her schedule around, she ended up with 6th period lunch. Jay and Carlos had tourney right now, so they had 4th period lunch. And Doug had a lunch with Mal, meaning I was all alone. I walked quickly down the halls, and tried to ignore the whispers I could hear, "There's no way she scored higher than Doug on the chemistry exam. She probably used that mirror." I felt the sting of tears in my eyes, as I kept my head down, just trying to make it to the lunch room. I heard another nasty string of gossip. "I can't believe she's still here, she should have gone back to her island. She doesn't belong here." I winced a little, hurt that this is what they really think of me, as I wiped away the lone tear that was cutting down my face. I made it to the lunchroom, got in line and grabbed a salad and a fat-free milk, scanned my lunch card. I walked to the outside eating area, trying to avoid people, and sat down on a corner table, a few feet from Audrey's table. I could hear them whispering something about me being fat, and my stomach gurgled. I push my lunch away, losing my appetite as I instead take out a book, not really reading but instead thinking about the memories of the Isle, and how all of us had grown up together due to our parents constantly scheming together.

"A seven-year-old Evie was in the market, taking an apple from a cart, hoping not to get caught. She heard shouting, and turned to run, just noticing the large, angry cart owner who had noticed her taking the apple, and she tripped over a huge rock that was on the floor. She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder as the shop keeper lifted her up by one of her long pale arms, and she cowered as the man turned, walking back to his cart. Out of nowhere, the man was hit by a flying apple, and then a banana. He turned around quickly, causing more pain in her shoulder as she screamed. An eight year old Jay materialized, climbing up the man's back and pounding his little fist against the man's face, causing him to drop Evie. The man roared in anger, a terrifying and chilling sound. Jay motioned that Evie run, but she couldn't. She had fallen on her ankle, and it hurt to move. Jay jumped off the man, quickly throwing away the day's loot to pick her up and run with her to Bargain Castle, where he was quick to knock on Mal's window. The six-year-old huffed in annoyance, before seeing Evie, afterwards which she quickly opened the window all the way, helping pull the seven-year-old in. She drew in a sharp breath as she examined the crooked way both Evie's shoulder and ankle jutted out from her body, and had Jay carry Evie to her bed, and put her there. Mal quickly ran to her drawer labelled "Carlos" and pulled out two heating pads and gauze. She was, after all, the healer of the group. She quickly re-aligned both the shoulder and ankle, and put a soothing heating pad on afterward, and wrapped it in gauze, just as a familiar four-year-old popped out from under the bed, his chocolate brown eyes were sleepy, and his hair white hair was wildly messy. He noticed Evie, and silently he walked up to the bed, giving her a hug as he fell asleep, using her stomach as a pillow, and she drifted off, stroking his soft hair. As both Mal and Jay watched over them."

I snapped out of my day-dream as I realized I had walked all the way to my dorm, as my phone vibrated. I quickly checked, realizing I got a message from Doug, telling me to meet him an hour after curfew, at the pool, that he had a surprise for me. I squealed with excitement and got ready for what was just about four hours away. I had six hours of getting ready to squeeze into four hours, so I zoomed through, choosing a heavy, really pretty dark blue dress, similar to the one I wore to the coronation, and a pair of golden pumps. I then checked the time, and was surprised to find it was already time. Disappointed I couldn't do something extravagant with make-up, I decided on a simple red lipstick, blush, and mascara. I ran down the hall, making it to the pool in record time, and opening the locked doors with bobby pins. I entered, and the sight took my breath away. The pool was a bright blue, and the glass wall made it possible to see the setting sun, as I sat on the edge of the pool, dipping only my feet in. A song, I couldn't remember were I heard it or who sang it, popped into my head, as I quietly sang along. "Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams." I heard footsteps, but before I could turn to say hi, something slammed into my back, causing me to catapult into the center of the pool, in the 12 feet zone. I scrambled to get out, the freezing water causing my arms and legs to go into shock, as I sunk below the water, the dress pulling me down, the heavy material even heavier in water, as I clawed up, but failed to break the surface and water flooding my lungs.

A/N: Sorry, I know it's short, but I'll update it soon, I promise. Please review, favorite and follow, as it encourages me to keep writing, where is if no one follows, favorites, or reviews, it kind of makes me feel as if no one wants to read the next chapter.