IN THE FOREST PRIMEVAL

A SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

TWO TOWERS LIKE TWIN HEADS

ONE FOR THE PURE

ONE FOR THE WICKED

TRY TO ESCAPE YOU'LL ALWAYS FAIL

THE ONLY WAY OUT

IS THROUGH A FAIRYTALE

Sophie's POV

Sophie sat on her doorstep, reading 'Cinderella'. On her left were a stack of other fairytales of which she had already read again that morning, on her right were the books yet to be read again.

As she turned the last page of her book with her perfectly painted nails and added it to the rapidly growing stack, she noticed a girl stand next to some chicken. A woman whom Sophie presumed was the girl's mother told the girl to kick the chickens. The girl backed away slightly. Sophie was puzzled. Why behave the total opposite on the day of the kidnappings? The School Master had already made up his mind, so why bother trying to act different? She for one was just doing the normal things she did. OK, so maybe they had their reasons to act differently today. If Sophie didn't have that talk with her father, she would've kicked chickens, shouted at people, ignore her chores.

Sophie's hand was in position. She was holding a pair of scissors over her beautiful wave of golden hair. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Sophie sighed and put her scissors down.

"Don't do it. It doesn't matter if you're taken, I'll still love you as much as I do now," her father said, coming into the room. Tears suddenly sprang to Sophie's eyes.

"I just don't know what I'll do if I get taken. I mean, I probably won't get taken as I know that I'm not Good enough. I think Belle might get taken. She's really Good, she gives food to the poor lady in the square and she's pretty."

Her father smiled. Sophie could be very modest sometimes. She knew that she was the perfect child to be in a fairytale as her mother, Vanessa, had told her a few days before she died and Sophie believed in everything her mother said.

"She's not as pretty as my daughter." Stefan paused for a while then continued: "Sophie, what did your mother say to you just before she died?"

Sophie was silent at first, and then said, "'you are too beautiful to be in this world Sophie.'"

"Yes. What do you think your mother meant by that?"

"That I look nice?"

"Is that all?"

Sophie frowned. "Well she said I'm too beautiful and when people say you're beautiful they mean your appearance-"

"What if she meant something else? If she meant about something other than your appearance? If you had cut your hair but what your mother said still applies to you?"

There was a slight pause. "Wait, so you're saying… that mother said that about my…my…" Sophie trailed into silence.

"Your what?" Stefan prompted.

"My heart."

As soon as Sophie understood that, she knew it would be no use cutting her hair or behaving badly.

Agatha's POV

Agatha watched Callis rummage through a drawer for clean black cloaks and black witch's hats.

"If you are going to that school you'll need a full witch's kit.

Agatha sighed.

"Mum, I'm going to Sophie's."

"OK, but be back early, we've got packing to do!"

Agatha rolled her eyes as she picked up her cat Reaper and slammed the door behind her. The walk to Sophie's house wasn't that far, but she did have to walk through town which meant that people would stare at her like the few times she walked through town before. It would normally be Sophie going to Agatha's house, but since Agatha was so fed up of her mother rambling on about what she'll need for the School for Evil, she's going to Sophie's this time.

As Agatha neared the cottage-thatched house that belonged to Sophie and her father, she saw that Sophie was sitting on the doorstep, reading fairytales.

"You must be the only normal person I've seen today. People are trying to act the opposite; people were staring at me, not to mention my mother talking non-stop about that school. OK, maybe people staring at me aren't that surprising."

Sophie looked up from her copy of Sleeping Beauty.

"My father managed to talk some sense into me this morning. Anyway, it's not as if I'm Good or Evil enough to be taken. I hope."

Agatha sat down next to her.

"Do you think that I'll be taken? To the School for Evil I mean."

Sophie laughed. "I think the question is: am I going to be taken for Evil?"

Agatha laughed along with her. "But seriously, what do you think?"

"I think neither of us are going to be taken." Sophie replied sternly.

Agatha sighed. "Guess we'll just have to wait and see, right?"

"Yeah, everything will be revealed tonight, when the School Master comes. Though, I wish he wouldn't, this whole kidnapping thing's kind of freaking me out."

"Mmm, a dark shadow going into your room unseen, wakes you up and drags you across your room and out of the window while you kick and try to scream but the shadow has covered your mouth and-"

"Aggie!" Sophie cried. "You know, I'm really not the type of person for ghost stories; especially ghost stories about the kidnappings on the day of the kidnappings!" she raised her eyebrows.

"So-rree." Agatha giggled.

Just then, they heard a voice call out,

"Sophie, lunch is ready!"

"Coming father!" Sophie said in reply. "Come on Aggie, let's go have lunch."

Sophie's POV

The girls sat at the dining table along with Stefan.

"So tell me Agatha, do you think the kidnappings are true, or just bogwash?" Stephan asked.

Agatha was silent for a while.

"Well, kids have been disappearing, but I'm not sure about the shadow thing though. It's probably just idiots trying to scare their parents but end up getting hopelessly lost."

"But look at the storybooks. Some of the heroes and villains look like some of the kids that were kidnapped!" Sophie reasoned.

"I suppose you're right. But that's probably because they wandered to that school by accident and people just took them in cause they thought that they might be useful." Agatha retorted.

They carried on eating in silence.

"Right girls pass me your plates and off you go to… do whatever you do." Stefan said once they had all finished.

"Come on Aggie let's go up to my room. I need to put all my books back." Sophie ran up the stairs with Agatha behind her.

When the girls got to Sophie's room, Sophie started putting her books away and Agatha sat down on the bed.

"So, who do you think will be taken tonight?" Agatha questioned Sophie.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure. I mean, Belle's quite kind and pretty, maybe her. But I don't know, as far as we know, it could be you and me." Sophie joked.

Agatha sighed. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."