Hey guys this is my first chapter of my first story on here. I hope you'll like this story and keep reading and leave a comment. I accept criticism, but no hate please. If you don't like it just leave and stop reading. Simple. Well hope you enjoy.
Genevieve woke up and got ready for the day. She washed her face, put on her simple, plain green dress and then proceeded to make breakfast for her old, dear father before heading out to run an errand to the bakery.
As she strolled through the village she watched as the villagers locked and boarded up their windows and doors in preparation for the coming of the school master. Little girls were shaving their heads and getting as dirty as they can, although the villagers we'rent that worried. Genevieve was not only a kind and gentle girl who didn't hesitate to lend a helping hand, but was also very beautiful for one so young. Truly one as pure and kind hearted as her would be chosen for the School of Good, but they we'rent taking any chances. They didn't have a clue for who would be picked for Evil.
Genevieve passed by the old woman who went on and on about her adventures at the school. Old Sophie they all called her. No one would help her for she was a "villain". Genevieve, though, took pity on the old woman. Every night Old Sophie was welcomed into the father and daughter's home for a meal. After she wold tell the young girl stories of her time at the school and the loss of her best friend.
Genevieve loved hearing about both schools and Old Sophie's life there. She wanted to go there and learn to be a princess. She would then marry a prince and her father could live a new and healthy life. She wanted to go for him. That's why she wasn't going to shave her head and cover herself in mud like the others.
That night she brushed and braided her long, wavy, brown hair and put it in a simple side braid. She slipped into her night gown and lied in bed. Her green eyes scanned around her room as she wanted to remember her home. She had already said goodbye to her father who cried and hugged her.
He understood why she wanted to do it and it warmed his heart. He was proud of his daughter who had grown into a beautiful, well mannered, young woman. She reminded him of his late wife. He would see her in his daughter. Now she would have a chance to become a princess. He knew she could do it and wasn't worried about her. Although he would miss her dearly.
As Genevieve recounted the events that had transpired a shadow flowed past her window. She got up and looked around her room as a chill ran down her spine. She sensed a presence behind her and slowly turned around. Her mouth opened in shock as she saw a handsome man. This must be the good twin Old Sophie told me about, she thought.
He held out his arms for Genevieve, beckoning her to him. She went into his arms and he carried her off into the night to the school. Genevieve looked back and saw the village, candles lighting up the houses in the dark night. She had left her father and Old Sophie into a world that would hold many surprises for her.