I had this in my head all day. Enjoy the Devie love.
It's been a few weeks since the coronation celebration-meltdown-celebration and although the former rotten core had been included in many school activities for now, they all still had a difficult time adjusting to a few things.
Carlos still ran when he was afraid of something.
Jay's habit of being rough off the tourney field was giving a few boys more bruises on their ribs more than usual.
Mal used spells to deal with the problems she had with other students. They were minor ones, like tying their shoe laces together so they tripped, or having snot come out of their nose when they coughed.
But the three of them had their help. Jane would help Carlos sooth down and realize that it's not as bad as he made it in his own mind. Lonnie helped Jay balance out his tourney field attitude and off field attitude and find other ways to release his stress. Ben would remind Mal that was magic fairly abandoned in Auradon and that it was better to ignore people if they bothered her.
Then there was Evie. Evie felt lost in the school. She had her isle friends no matter what, but they all had something that clicked with them. Their niches. The boys had tourney and Mal had art club. Where did Evie belong?
She's tried the S.T.E.M club, but she was always a bit distracted with paying attention to her own appearance instead of paying attention to the liquids that were in the test tubes. Her eyeliner had smeared a bit because of sweat from the humid room.
She's tried the culinary club, but again she was distracted with paying attention to her own appearance. She nearly burned the stove down because she wanted to be sure her ruby red lipstick wasn't smudged.
There was no fashion club school for, really unknown reasons, "Known reasons." as Evie was told by a fellow Auradon student.
The only time Evie felt like she was part of the school was when she was with Doug. Their study dates always made her feel better about herself and her education. But she still didn't feel like she was part of the school in one way or another.
Evie sat alone for one lunch, under an apple tree ironically, eating the curse of her family legacy as she studied her notes for three tests coming up in chemistry, algebra II and Goodness class. She looked up at her friends sitting at different tables. Tourney table, art table. Evie pulled up her phone and looked at her InstaRoyal feed. She admired all the photos of newest and hippest fashions set in Auradon.
She scrolled through a few more until she came across one account she follow. It was Angel, Snow White's eldest daughter. Also known as Evie's step-niece. Angel was blessed with her mother's beauty. Fair skin, perfect pursed lips that were a shade of natural pink but looked like a cosmetic brand, jet black hair that was naturally straight and usually wore down to touch her shoulders.
Angel had everything that was 'in' right now. Straight hair, fleek eyebrows, natural pursed lips and perfect, pale skin and bright hazel toned eyes.
Evie was the complete opposite of her step-niece. Evie had long, black hair with natural blue streaks) that waved from the beginning of her ear to the tips of her ends. Her eyebrows were shaped differently than most of the girls here in Auradon (not fleek, as she said). She had to push her lips to be pursed and it was very bothersome for her having to do that when speaking with someone. She had fair toned skin, but not as fair as her niece or even Snow's. She use to believe she had perfect skin until one morning when she woke up later than Mal and Mal pointed out her distinct feature.
Freckles. They were not prominent, but not hidden well either. That was one curse.
The second curse is that Evie had a small, double chin. Nobody really saw it, but she did. She was already slender as ever from her diet on the isle and being used to eating small portions because of the isle, and her mother's belief that getting a prince meant eating small to be small, so she guessed that this trait was genetic. She loathed it as much as she loathed her round face.
A third curse that Evie had was a fairly small but noticeable widow's peak. She could just hear her mother in her head. "Use foundation to hide those hideous markings on your nose, Evie! Freckles are for those poor people who work outside in the sunlight. Rich princes and princesses do not have them because they are inside. As for that hairline you have at the tip of your head, it's good. You'll marry a prince and when he passes you'll be a widow and rich with lots and lots of mirror."
Evie wanted a happily ever after. Not be a widow.
Evie wanted a happily ever after.
She wanted to belong to Auradon Prep, to Auradon, and get her happily ever after.
