Good and Evil: Generation Five

by NinjaLace9

It's the year 2014, and the modern city of Galva Donna is thriving. For the past four years, hurricanes have prevented the annual taking, but tonight, eight twelve-year-olds are being taken to make up for the storms. Will they survive the unusual school's lessons, or will they face their fairy-tale doom? Takes place after first book, as if second book was never written.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own School of Good and Evil

Chapter 2

Blake gasped as he rose to the surface. He grabbed his suitcase as it floated past him, screaming at the sky and shouting every insulting four-letter word he could think of. Diana spun around next to him, searching for her bag. Finding it, she latched onto it, kicking towards the shore. A green kid with horns bumped into her, grinning with an evil thought. Aja was already ahead of all of them, helping Justin onto dry land. A pure white preteen shoved her out of the way, dragging luggage. Aja shot her a dirty look, and continued up the filthy, rocky slope. When she got to a particularly large rock she stopped to look ay the scene before her. It appeared that she was not happy with her surroundings. She sighed as she looked down over the sludge-water, catching sight of Blake, she started down the slope to help her comrades. Lashing out, Blake's fist slammed into the side of an unwary clay-colored girl. She stared daggers at him, and then swiftly kicked him in the leg. Holy crap, this girl can kick harder than a mule! He thought. Diana, having trouble with the green-and-horned wise-guy, finally just shoved him under the sludgy green water, if you could call it water. It looked more like a moldy milkshake, and was just as cold.

Once all the unlucky juveniles had hauled themselves out of the muck, a band of malicious-looking wolves poked at them with spears. "LINE UP, YOU STINKWORMS!" yelled an albino wolf. The kids lined up, some interested and all of them terrified. With the carnivore's whips snapping at their heels, the youths hurriedly marched through wrought-iron gates and into the fortress of "doom". Justin whistled as he gaped at his surroundings. "That's what I was thinking," murmured Aja. "You said it, hermano," Diana whispered

Surrounding them were giant stone walls. On each wall there was a blood red letter, spelling one forbidding word: NEVER. The remaining space on the stone structures was covered with engravings of witches and warlocks, sorcerers and sorceresses, thorny vines, bleeding princes, ogres, bats, wolves, and the overall essence of evil. The glossy, black marble floors reflected the obsidian arches soaring above. In front of them were three humongous staircases, reading Malice, Mischief, and Vice. Suddenly two ogres appeared out of nowhere, standing between a trio of spiraling staircases. They began to read out names. Every time a name was called, a dwarf hung the corresponding picture on the wall of a set of stairs, with girls on the right and boys on the left. When a portrait was hung, a kid was handed a black sweater, pants, and shoes, or a similar black turtleneck, mid-length skirt, and boots. Just as the dwarf finished with the last picture, a bright green flame burst in front of the middle staircase! All the children jumped at least a foot. One girl with the legs of an unknown animal almost hit the lofty rafters above. When the flames and same-colored smoke began to clear, a silhouetted figure strode towards the line. "Listen well, all of you!" the figure's voice boomed. Maleficent stepped out of the smoke, sweeping her arms wide. "Welcome to the School of Evil."

Sorry this chapter is so short. the reason why is because I'm the one who wrote it. with xXTacoCatXx writing evil it's longer and better. Hiii! I actually wrote half of this, so CM17's plan to steal my kudos has failed! *rubs hands together and cackles* Uh, no. I was the one who told you to write those words you just added periods and comas. No, I re-wrote some of the sentences, fixed RUN-ONS, and added commas, not comas. I also used synonyms, alliterations, and figures of speech. So there. Whatever hermana.