I sauntered out of music class, fading back into my visible state. Professor Piper is so easy to trick.

I stopped by my locker to get my next classes supplies. I grab my oversized textbook and check my teeth in my little mirror attached to my locker. Perfect.

As I pass through the countless and sometimes pointless amount of hallways Ever After High has, I heard a very faint sound of sniffling. My ears perk up and I follow the noise right up to a janitor's closet.

I could just use my power to walk through but that would be rude. And I'm not rude, at least I hope not.

I actually don't know how people think about me; I wouldn't say I'm evil like raven, but not a goody-good like Apple. I'm just me, whatever that may be.

I lightly knock on the door, when nothing happened I slowly turned the knob and walked in. I saw a full head of curly golden hair.

"Blondie?" I said.

She was sitting on a box with her face in her hands, her magic mirror on the floor. She looks up startled and I could immediately see that she is crying.

I closed the door behind me and the only light was coming from the small window.

I grabbed another box and sat next to her, she continued sniffling and small tears fell from her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Sort of, like I'm not being mauled by a bear or something." She said sarcastically and started crying more.

"What's up?" I said as comforting as I could.

She sat up and wiped off her tears trying to recollect herself. "Kitty can I confide something in you?"

I normally can't keep a secret for more than five minutes but this was different I didn't want to tell anyone no matter what it was.

"Of course."

"Well to be honest, I'm just scared…" he voice drifted away.

"Of what?"

"Its my last year here at EAH, and you know how my story ends, I just run away." A tear stared forming again.

"how is that scary?" I asked.

"Then what? What am I supposed to do after that? I mean I'm technically a royal, but I'm no princess; and I'm not a rebel either. All of you have your lives planned out by words in a book, while mine is cut off halfway. What's the point of living after if your story gives you no guide. No one can understand the confusion and nervousness I feel."

I realized that everything she said is true, her story isn't complete.

But neither is mine.

"I do. I understand you completely. I mean my part in the story if almost nothing, I'm not good or bad and just disappear. Your story and mine are very similar, were cut off from a proper ending."

I moved my box to sit in front of her, and I grabbed her hands and looked her sincerely in the eyes.

"This is the best thing that could have ever happened Blondie, don't you realize that we have more power than all the royals and rebels combine. For we can write our own story. Yes, everyone gets an ending good or bad, but that's all they will ever get, they have these boundaries drawn and never can cross. While we have complete freedom once our part is played. Our ending is only the beginning…"

We hugged and I think for the first time I truly made a best friend. Maybe I am good, in my own way.