Hey, so sorry I couldn't post earlier; life happened, school started, and still there's no excuse. Thanks to kikipanda825 for being awesome! And thanks to other people who reviewed, too. Everyone is awesome!

Disclaimer: this is not my setting, and most characters are not mine. The plot is sorta mine, and progressively becomes more mine as the story goes on. Warning: This chapter kinda makes fun of Tedros. I can make him nice and have a backstory and stuff and still make Sophie be his true love, but I need this chapter because Tedros's character was so stuck up in this chapter of the real book. So forgive me, I'm sorry, and if Tedros is your favorite character, hang in there and review.

As Sophie and Agatha separately entered the Theater of Tales for the Welcoming, they watched the Evil across the Theater. Fairies and Evil wolves guarded the aisle between the two schools.

"Agatha should be there . . ." Sophie whispered to herself.

Agatha knew that was where she truly belonged; with the Evil. She was nothing like Sophie. Sophie was pretty, she was ugly. Sophie was Good, she was Evil. Sophie was a princess, she was a witch. And yet something inside her didn't want to be with the villains. But . . . even if she did belong in Good . . . why hadn't the stymph (Kiko told her that's what the skeleton bird was called) dropped her off there? Why hadn't it dropped her off anywhere?

Just then, they heard sounds from outside. Sophie sat upright, along with every other Ever girl, aside from Agatha. The stomp of boots, the clash of steel.

The doors flew open to reveal 60 boys sword fighting. Their uniforms were light blue sleeves and stiff collars. Dark blue boots, and ties embroidered with a golden initial. They clashed swords until, suddenly, they each pulled a rose from their shirt, and threw it to the girl they noticed most, calling out "Milady!". Sophie and Beatrix ended up with a lot of roses, while Agatha got none. Kiko, who had two, quickly put one in Agatha's lap.

"It makes you look desired." she whispered in Agatha's ear. Agatha smiled at her.

The villains booed, holding up signs saying "Nevers Rule!" Agatha assumed that Nevers were the villains, since Evers were the prince and princesses.

Suddenly the doors slammed open, and one more prince entered. He had wavy blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. He drew his sword and 40 boys came at him. He parried each attack, disarmed each prince. His tie had a golden T embroidered on it, glinting in the sunlight. He sheathed his sword and shrugged. While everyone gaped, Agatha and Kiko glanced at each other . . . and laughed hysterically.

'T's hair was obviously dyed, his blue eyes contacts. His uniform's sleeves were stuffed to look muscular. The other Ever girls may be falling for it (especially Sophie and Beatrix), but Kiko and Agatha just laughed at the fake prince. Though, he was a good sword fighter, Agatha thought with a giggle.

Kiko nudged her. Agatha looked up. Everyone in the room was staring at them. The Nevers looked on with approval (some were even laughing with them). The Evergirls stared in horror (how could anyone laugh at the prince of their dreams!?) The disgruntled princes gazed dreamily at them, like they'd finally found a girl or two that wasn't in love with the boy whose name started with T. But T himself, he blushed beet red and glared at them.

"Huh." Agatha said, looking around. The Nevers respected them. The Evers were horrified. And every single true prince in the room was in love with them. All from a few giggles towards a phony prince. Agatha resolved to giggle more often.

"His name is Tedros." Kiko whispered in her ear. "What a phony!"

With a shock, Agatha suddenly realized that she was a phony too. She was no princess. She had no place wearing makeup and a pink dress. If Tedros was a faux prince, then she was a faux princess. Maybe we belong together, Agatha thought with a grimace.

Tedros pulled his rose from his shirt. All the girls gasped. Tedros immediately turned towards Sophie and Beatrix. He hesitated, clearly trying to decide between the two. Finally, he threw the rose between them, leaving the two girls to fight amongst themselves. Sophie reached out and grabbed it, roses tucked under her chair. Beatrix reached for it too, but the roses in her lap fell and she had to retrieve them. Sophie held up the rose triumphantly.

Beatrix bowed her head, as if admitting defeat.

Sophie smiled, triumphant.

Agatha smiled too. Maybe she could find happiness here. Maybe she did want a prince.

In which case, she needed to get into the Trial by Tale.

Tip of the Day: To avoid writer's block, always stop in the middle of a sentence. Seriously, it works.

Quiz time! Which teacher teaches Good Deeds in the School for Good?

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