"Ok, see you next class." I said to Mal.
I speed walked to my next class, home-ec. I love home-ec class because I know so much more about sewing than everyone else in my class, and I get to look cool doing everything a head of everyone else. Trust me, it's amazing. Is that so evil?
I had the whole period to do whatever I wanted because I had finished the travel pillows everyone had been making the past week. I should probably introduce myself to you random people reading my story. You may have heard of me. Or at least my mother. I am Evie, the daughter of the Evil Queen. I was born on the Isle of the Lost, where all villains from the story books were sent. Me and some of my fellow evil friends Mal, Jay, and Carlos were sent her about 6 months ago. And surely enough, we turned good. That means not evil! Woah, how'd that happen?! Now, we are basically just normal kids around here. Mal is dating the KING of Auradon(WHAT?!), Carlos has a dog(son of cruelly de vile?!), Jay plays on a team(Jay was never a team player), and I have a sweet boyfriend Doug, the son of dopey(the dwarf). But this means we are good. Or we are supposed to be good. Hey don't tell anyone but... I'm still evil. One sappy speech doesn't make a completely evil girl suddenly good! But no one knows. Not even Mal! And that doesn't mean I don't like Doug. I do, but once I complete my plan to take over Aurodon, he'll be under my control, just like everyone else. Oh, did I not mention I am still trying to complete my mother's evil plan. No, I'm SURE I will do it. When the time is right.
"Hey Evie, can you show me how to thread the sewing machine?" Chad, the biggest jerk ever, looked at me uninterested. I knew that Mr. Fredson had told him to ask me for help. Mr. Fredson had seen better days and there were rumors that he was retiring at the end of this year. That was only 1 month away. That means that when I am a senior I will get a new teacher.
"Why should I-" I noticed the teacher staring at me. "Of course." I said reluctantly. I walked over to the machine and began threading.
"Why don't you like me Evie?" Chad asked being an idiot as always.
I stopped what I was doing. "Did you actually just ask me that?"
"I never did anything wrong. I was always so nice to you and your other, what do you call yourselves, outsiders?"
"What do you call yourself, a Jerk?" I then stomped away, back to my seat.
"Miss Queen, that behavior is not tolerated in my classroom. You have detention after school." Mr. Fredson said.
And now I'm stuck in detention. Lucky me.