Chapter 1

Mal woke up to a usual morning in Auradon. Light, dyed pink streamed in through the windows, blue birds chirping away, and the usual smell of bluebells filling the room.

Mal groaned and rolled over on her feather pillows, "Evvie! Do you have to spray that every morning?"

"Sorry. It's not like there's anything else to smell." Her roommate, and best friend, Evvie answered from the dresser on the other side of the room.

"Sure there is." Mail sat up and rubbed the sleep from here eyes, "Bacon, eggs, waffles... You name it, I'd rather smell it." She peeked an green-gray eye open to look at the ex-evil-princess. Evvie looked radiant, like always, her deep blue hair streamed down in elegant waves. Her deep blue brown eyes were already decorated with heavy but lightly applied make-up. Her tan face was blushed and polished, and her lips were apple red. She wore a black leather jacket over a white blouse and black jeans.

"You look good." Mal commented, throwing the white blanket off her legs and heading into the dorms bathroom to wash off.

"I know. And I'm not even done." Evvie called back.

"I figured as much." Mal muttered brushing her hair and doing her own version of makeup. Her fingers braided a portion of her hair to create a small pattern. She then crossed back to the closet and pulled out a purple, ripped top and black tank top. Why Evvie thought hanging up the shirts and folding the jeans was a good idea Mal will never know.

From a drawer beneath Evvie's feet she grabbed the faded green jeans and slipped them on. Her black boots were all that was left from her home on the Isle.

The Isle. The Isle of the Lost, where all the villains and their evil sidekicks were booted off to. Including the dead ones. As Mal grabbed her book off the window shelve she could still see the place where she grew up and lived with her mother, Maleficent. Yes the Maleficent, as in the one the tried to curse a baby all because she wasn't invited to a party. From Mal's position she knew that the kids that they went to school with would be up and stealing or tricking the food vendors into getting breakfast of gross coffee and spoiled bread on the way to the graveyard for class. And off in the distance was the Forbidden Fortress where Mal's g- friends, first really bonded.

"Do you miss it?" Evvie's soft voice asked from behind her.

Mal pushed her lips out, still staring it down, "If we were still there, we'd be ditching school and stealing anything we wanted." She watched as lightning struck the force field.

Evvie laughed, "And you would be screaming at one of us to do better. I don't miss that."

"But it was home." Mal sighed and looked at her roomie. "Let's go get breakfast."

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"Dude! Wake up!" A soft but angry voice grumbled.

"Leave me alone!" Diego De Vil grumbled. After a late night jamming session he wanted nothing more then to roll back over and fall back to sleep even if his mattress was ripped and falling apart.

"No. We move out now." Anthony Tremaine spoke sharply the softness in his voice long gone. When Diego opened his eyes he could see the deep red hair, bright green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He looked as much like his dead mother as Diego looked like his aunt. "School starts in twenty." He spun away and opened the blinds, letting the dim sunlight spill in to the room.

Groaning, Diego ran his hands through his black hair. The boy had curly black hair with white roots, gray stormy eyes and freckles framing his small nose. His red leather vest was draped over his bed post, while his black jeans were sitting at the foot of his bed. Many people compare his looks to his cousin, Carlos.

Carlos, the doggie-loving traitor. The Auradon hero after helping to defeat Maleficent. Did Diego believe it? Sure he did, Carlos could never make an evil plan let alone follow one that was pre-made by the most evil of them all. But did Diego hate him? Absolutely not. He was envious. Carlos got a happy ending while Diego, who never had a mean bone in his body, was stuck on the Isle of the Lost.

"Are you coming?" Anthony asked sharply, turning back around.

"Yea give me a second will ya?" Diego stood up and pulled on his pants and vest. He fluffed his hair and moved to the door. "Let's go."

Anthony grinned a grin any girl would fall for. He almost looked like a prince in a white torn blouse and deep black jeans. He wore his favorite golden locket that his grandmother gave him. Anthony looked like he belonged in a palace.

As he walked out the door they were greeted by Ginny Gothel, the only blood related daughter of Mother Gothel. Her curly black hair was pinned up in to a braided bun, which was different then usual, and her maroon dress brought out the silver flecks in her black eyes. "Hi boys." She sang, latching on to Anthony's arm.

"Morning." Anthony said smoothly, wrapping a hand around hers.

"Nice hair." Diego commented. He knew full well that Ginny had a huge crush (borderline obsession) on Anthony, so the compliment was empty of emotion.

She grinned and flicked it, "It's all the rage in Auradon. Mal wore it like this for the coronation. I saw it on TV and had to try it-"

"Take it out." Anthony dropped his smile and shrugged her off.

Diego watched her face fall. "Why?"

"Because I said so!" Anthony snarled, and she grabbed the main bobby pin and let it fall, breaking out over her shoulders.

The mention of any of the traitors resulted in this mood swing. Anthony had the harshest reaction to the names, but the parents did the worst.

The Evil Queen, Jafar, and Cruella all disowned their children.

"Just because we hate them doesn't mean we can't dress like them." Ginny grumbled.

"Do you want to be regarded as a traitor?" Anthony asked.

"Some of us already are." A smooth voice came into their ears. Diego's hands automatically went to his pockets, knowing full well what Felicia Failicer was up too. Her thieving skills were only bested by Jay, the son of Jafar.

"Yes, because we were born to be evil." Anthony said, glaring at the tall girl standing in the doorway, her thick straight black hair was curled at the ends, with a red ribbon pulling it back.

Felicia smiled and slid out from the shadow, her purple eyes teasing Diego into breathing a little faster. "Chill out, little man!" She laughed, sending chills down his spine, "I haven't taken anything... Yet."

"Stop it." Diego mumbled.

"Let me think about that... No." She laughed again, "It's to much fun." Her slender frame joined the group as they walked to the graveyard.

"Enough, Shadow." Anthony commanded, his presence suffocating hers. He threw an arm around Diego, "Don't let her get to you." When he nodded Anthony dropped his arm. "As for those good-doers, they might as well be dead to us. And if I ever see them again I will make their life a living hell."