Good God in heaven, I actually remembered the password to this site. You're all in for it now.

I've also got a multitude of fandoms under my belt now, so have fun with that! And before anyone asks, I've only ever seen the movies. So any kids of characters that I didn't see in the movies, I'm making up names for.

"I just don't understand it." Melody tsked, leaning against her locker in an attempt to seem cool. It would work if she didn't seem to struggle to stand in heels. Where she lacked the lush red hair from her mom, she must've gotten her sea legs from her. But she had a point: seeing four kids of notorious villains step foot in Auradon was a sight for sore eyes.

"Ben had some silly vision and is convinced these freaks need to be here," Audrey huffed, slamming her locker shut and sending the dirtiest of looks towards the villain kid with purple hair. To my surprise, the girl returned it with one of her own, eyes glowing a haunting green that reminded me of sick potions my mother used to make. Filled with venom, distrust, hate. All the things I always attested to Audrey despite the sweetness of her mother. It's only fitting that the kids in this country grow up distorted and selfish compared to their parents. It's their parents happily ever afters they're bathing in-their parents are the ones who had all the hard work to do. What do the Auradon kids have to do when already they've secured themselves a happily ever after?

"But it's finally nice to have another witch in the school, right Fay?" Audrey turned her attention to me once the four villain kids passed us by, breaking me out of my concentration on them to focus on her. "It must've been getting so lonely for you."

"How sweet of you to care," I returned her sickly sweet smile, imagining the worst spells I could lay on her, making whatever her family endured look like a heavenly blessing. Politeness classes be damned, that girl grinds my spinning wheels, fitting seeing as it's what almost brought her mother to her demise.

Not that I'd say that out loud. I did get a B+ in politeness, after all.

"You're no better than they are, Fay." Chad chimed in right behind her, shaking his head in disgust after having seen villains breathe the same air as him. Clearly, he also carried on the kind, caring character traits of his mother. "It's by the King's own kindness your mom was allowed to stay here."

"I'm nothing like them!" I said quickly, almost too quickly that other students glanced over at me. "My mom's not a villain. I'm not a villain.

"Explain to me, therefore, why your mother doesn't come to any Parent Day? Why the King doesn't recognize her contributions to the school? Why Ben hesitates around you?" Audrey countered still, Chad and others rallying silently behind her.

"How could you-" The bell rang, interrupting my defensiveness and turning their attention away from me, leaving me in the dust as they hurried off. Punctuality is also something important in Auradon and is another class I got a B+ on.

Kicking my locker, and wincing because the tips of my toes were sore from doing that often wearing hand-me-down sneakers, I headed away to my own class. My blood boiled like a frog baked in hot water thinking of a comparison like that-comparing my mother to that of a villain. Agathe was a lot of things to people; a sorceress, a healer, a bookworm, a herbalist, a misfit even, but a villain? Absolutely not. If it weren't for my mother, Auradon wouldn't be a thing. The kingdom wouldn't have prospered for years and years. Ben wouldn't be next in line for the throne, Audrey wouldn't have a plethora of friends following her to class and Chad wouldn't have an abundance of clean lockers, hallways, desks, and bathrooms for his leisure.

Their happily ever afters? All thanks to my family. I'm absolutely nothing like the villains, and to be seen as one was something I'd rather die than be seen as. Ben may have thought he was being fair to allow villain kids to attend this school, but he had no thought as to the repercussions it would have...primarily on me. The daughter of an already unpopular wit-sorceress.

She's not a witch. I'm nothing like them. Nothing.

...

Throughout the day, all anyone could even talk about were the VK kids (good Gods, we're really calling them that). No one loathes the new students more than Audrey, and while I enjoyed seeing her squirm uncomfortably I couldn't help but feel the comparisons between me and the villains. It was starting to make me dread them being here, a thought that gradually began to fill me with guilt. My whole life, people had treated me as lucky to be allowed to stay, and that my mother was the anti-hero Auradon wiped away from history. You never hear mention of the King before he earned his crown-only that a devious villain cursed him to a hideous monster.

Shouldn't it make sense, then, that I'd be more sympathetic to the cause here?

"You're being much too hard on yourself," Lillian assured me during a study hall, giving herself a quick glance-over while we were in the bathroom. Her blue bow, a prized heirloom from her mother back in London, held her messy brown hair in place despite it completely clashing with the rest of her outfit. She always seemed to have a disinterest in growing up where it came to fashion. Too many times have eyes in the hallway or in passing classrooms turned to her to gawk. I think that was one of the reasons I liked her-she didn't grow up too fast to realize she could be doing way better in terms of friends. It didn't matter what she thought about me.

But she still wasn't pleased by the VKs anymore than Audrey and the others were.

"But don't you think that, I don't know, it's only fair they get a shot?" I offered, taking a quick moment to assess the damage I saw in the mirror. I had dyed my hair red over the summer, to test a new spell I had found in my mother's notes, and it still carried over into the school year looking quite natural.

The clothes, crafted together by my mother who most certainly didn't take notes from Fairy Godmother, were a bit too big on me, but it was to my luck that Lonnie had brought baggy overalls back into style or I would've been sunk for sure. The copper skin tone, that my mother always described as "smooth as a newborn's bare bottom", was apparently a blessing from my father, but burned pictures with his face missing suggest it wasn't enough for my mother to keep his image around.

Nothing shiny or kept like the other Auradon kids. Whether that in itself was a blessing or curse stands to reason. But to be compared to villain kids...

"Why would you even think that?!" She gaped at me, looking at me through the mirror once I had stepped back to lean against the wall. "It's awful enough that the barrier was down at all when that damn limo arrived, but to suggest they should-"

Lillian was interrupted when the bathroom door opened, and we both tensed just a bit. It was the purple-haired villain girl. One of the kids in my chemistry class referred to her as 'Mal', and rumor has it she's Maleficent's daughter. It explained the green eyes I had seen before.

But to be the daughter of one of the most feared villains had to be rough.

She gave a glance to Lillian and me before going over to a stall and closing it, hiding any nervousness or hesitation with each stride. She glowed confidence like she just knew she deserved to be here.

"I-I'm going to be late for class." Lillian cleared her throat when her voice croaked, adjusting the wool sweater she wore and hurrying to the door. "Coming along, Fay?"

"Meet you there. Save me a seat." I smiled, ignoring her wide eyes of terror before I strode back over to the sink. I splashed water on my face in an attempt to calm myself down as a loud flush soon echoed and out stepped Mal. She made her way to the sink beside me, focused intently on making sure she had enough soap and blinking in surprise when it came out sparkly and pink.

It was so weird seeing a villain kid up close, I couldn't help but stare for a moment. Her hair, a dark purple, was perfectly curled up to her shoulders. Clothes a mix of a purple and green blend that reminded me of the slim my mother would use to help with my curls. Add in black boots, and it wasn't hard to tell she grew up somewhere far, far from this country. She carried herself in such a way, though. You couldn't help but notice her.

That couldn't always be in her favor, though. Being Maleficent's kid has dampened any other qualities about her, and has ruined the chances of anyone approaching her willingly. Could talking to a VK really be the worst thing a person could do..?

"Fairy Godmother insists it motivates kids to keep their hands clean," I explained, having seen her eyes roll at the display of sparkles and overall cleanliness in the bathroom. I always did think to add sparkles to everything was a little excessive, so for a new kid to see it everywhere? They had the right to be stunned by it. And appalled. And overwhelmed.

"You Auradon kids sure like everything squeaky clean, huh?" Mal snorted, and I was surprised when I let out one of my own.

"They're...they're not all too bad. You just met all the preps first." I felt bold enough to add a joke. "Rookie mistake."

Mal, wiping her hands on one of the towels, looked over at me with an eyebrow raised. But a smile on her face either assured or tricked me into thinking she found what I said funny. "I'll have to be careful then...Fay, was it?"

"Fay, yeah." I nodded, noting that she was waiting for me to add what the hell credited me to come to this school. "Daughter of Agathe the Enchantress."

"Huh. The one who put a spell over the King's castle?" Reluctantly, I shrugged but moved my hand up in a 'well, ya know' sort of fashion. She nodded in response, crossing her arms. "At least someone here seems to have a sense of humor."

Whether she was talking about me, or what my mother did all those years ago, I didn't know.

"Like I said, just haven't met the right people," I assured her again, losing all boldness when the bathroom door opened again and this time it was Jane, Fairy Godmother's daughter, and Melody, who paused all conversation when noticing us.

"Fay, what are you doing?" Melody addressed me in a flat tone of voice, frowning as she chose to completely ignore Mal. "Lillian was sitting in the library all alone. She said she's been waiting for you to join her."

I swallowed down the panic in my throat. "We were just-"

"I was leaving," Mal spoke up, flashing me another one of her smiles before looking at the two of them. "I asked her where my next class was. Fay helped me out. No need for the interrogation." Walking right in between them, she turned and leaned her back against the door until it opened, giving me a half salute before pushing herself off and away, the door closing firmly behind her.

"Are you alright?! You were dealing with her all by yourself!" Jane flocked around me, checking for burns, wounds, lumps, anything that would point blame on the new VK kids.

"I'm fine!" I put my hands up and stepped around Melody, who had been blocking me from behind as Jane looked me over. "She just wanted to know where Auradonian History I was. Simple as that."

They both seemed doubtful, but let it pass. "Just be careful, Fay. It's bad enough Audrey thinks you've got bad blood. To see you with a VK kid...?"

"I know, I know." I sighed, pushing open the door and allowing it to close before I had to endure any more lectures from them. To be seen as one of the VKs? Detestable.

...

Then why did I feel drawn to the idea of it, anyway?

Alright kids! Thoughts? Suggestions?

See ya around

-Ginger