Thanks s much guys for reading the first chapter of this fanfic. One of you asked if Audrey was really transferring, and sadly, the answer is yes. Also, still feel free to suggest OCs, because once I upload the fourth chapter, no more suggestions, ilysm.
Let's begin!
Mal and her band of misfits surrounded the cauldron as they dumped in all ingerdients to make the famous poisoned apple. Evie laughed as she wasted three buckets of the most tempting apples into the cauldron. The purple haired daughter of Maleficent laughed wickedly.
"Remove them and place them in buckets," Mal ordered Jay.
"Your wish is my will," Jay replied to Mal
She sent Evie to Fairy Godmother's class for remedial goodness. Evie giggled as she placed an apple on each student's desk. Then she went up to the big FG herself and placed an irresistible ruby red apple in her hand.
"Why thank you Evie! That is so sweet of you." Fairy Godmother said to her.
"An apple a day keeps inner beauty away," she said to everyone just as each of them bit into the apples. Fairy Godmother started dancing erratically and her class threw their lessons in the air. The blue haired daughter of the Evil Queen smiled as she played her part in taking over Auradon.
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Jay manhandled two buckets of the infamous poisoned apples and placed them all over the ground and dropped the rest into the water fountain.
"Sorry everyone but the big FG said she wants more apples with a little zing... if you know what I mean," the long-haired son of Jafar smiled and chuckled to himself as he gay each one of the students an apple that looked so irresistible.
As he walked away he saw students bobbing for apples and chasing after each other for more apples and he took a bite into one them himself, not feeling much of an effect.
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Meanwhile Carlos stood in Auradon's main hallway and handed an apple to the black haired son of The Little Mermaid and Mal gave a whole basket to the dark haired daughter of Fairy Godmother to Jane.
"Gee, thanks Mal, that's really sweet of you." Jane said happily taking the basket and biting into one. Her sweet doe eyes turned dark and she ran giving away the apples like a disease, which they practically were.
"Wow C," Aaron said. "I never knew you could be so sweet."
"If only you knew," Carlos said linking his arms with Mal and walking off to gallivant with her.
The wicked four went to the Great Lawn causing mischief and havoc, even Lonnie, Queen Belle, and King Beast were apart of the wicked fun. Marching through the field of formerly good students who now were the epiphany of evil. True evil. Not evil like some people like to call themselves back on the isle.
The Great Lawn was scattered with poisoned apples, enough make all of Auradon evil. Just then, the ashen haired son of Queen Belle and King Beast appeared, the purple-haired son of the dark fairy tossed an apple over to Ben who unknowingly bit into it.
"So many ways to be wicked," Mal said to herself as she laughed.
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"MAAAAAALLLLLL," Fairy Godmother continued tapping the daughter of Maleficent.
Mal sat up and saw that she was in a room in front of Fairy Godmother and Snow White.
"Well finally, the daughter of Maleficent, has just awoken from her slumber. Ironic, heh? I'd rather much prefer it be the daughter of Evil Queen, my step-sister but oh well." Snow White continued to babble while Mal looked to Fairy Godmother.
"Um, Headmistress, do you mind if I actually postpone the interview to next week? Right now I've got a huge headache that's paining me right now." Mal pleaded with her headmistress, walking out as soon as she nodded.
When Mal walked out she saw that her hair wasn't purple after all, but she still kept her lowlights. Evie found her and hugged her tightly.
"Finally Mal, I never thought that press conference would ever be over. You look stressed. You shouldn't be. Don't forget, Ben's Royal Cotillion is coming up and you're apart of the royal family, as Ben's girlfriend of course!" Evie babbled.
"Wait so Doug didn't break up with you?" Mal asked. Evie shook her head no. "Don't worry about it, long story.
