Hi, I'm going to write more if that's okay. Once again, I don't own the story of snow white and the seven dwarfs and the names used in this story were created by my drama class. And thank you to Alenor and kuyaga who reviewed the first chapter. It means a lot to me.

Chapter Two

"Dad, I hate this!" I said to my father as we walked down the halls of Queen High. "Why do we have to move around every three seconds?"

My father stopped and turned to look at me with a look that said all too clearly 'why do you have to do this to me now?' and sighed. "I'm a business man snowflake. Don't worry, we'll be staying here for a while."

"That's what you said last ti ―" I began to protest angrily.

"The principal will probably be ready to see us now." My father interrupted his voice polite as he looked around. I knew he didn't want to make a scene; image is everything.

I sighed, but said nothing. It wouldn't make any difference. I'd had this fight with him a million times, it always ended the same. He'd make me promise to give this new place a chance and a few months later we'd be packing our bags.

"I never get a chance to even make friends." I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that pumpkin?" My father asked, but I was spared answering as the principal's office door was opened.

The principal was…breathtaking. She was tall, with dark coloured skin and honeycomb brown hair, which was held up in a bun, with wisps hanging down in a fashionable manner. She was wearing a long velvet dress, which was the colour of lavender and went all the way to her ankles. It had a v-shaped neckline, which suited the queen very well. She was also wearing a golden coloured coat, which was also quite stylish, and I couldn't see her feet, but from the sound it made on the tiles, she was wearing high heels. Altogether her outfit made her look a bit like a princess, which suited her as the principal of Queen High. Despite her obviously gorgeous exterior, I got this cold feeling about her, which was kind of scary.

She looked at us and smiled. Her smile was pretty, but it seemed fake and uninviting, to me anyway.

"Hello, you must be Mr. White," She said to my father and shook his hand.

"Yes, I am." My father said smiling widely.

"And this must be young Stella." She said looking at me, and I felt shivers go up my spine, but tried to ignore them.

"Say hello please." My father said to me sternly when I didn't reply to the principal.

"Oh, hi." I said, with no enthusiasm whatsoever. I didn't mean to be rude, but I couldn't help it. There was something about the principal that put me on edge.

She smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. I am Ms. Quain, with a 'Q', and I am principal of this school."

My father nodded. "Yes, it is a lovely school. I would be honoured if Stella attended here"

I rolled my eyes as I realized he was sucking up to the principal.

Ms Quain just smiled. "Please, come into my office."

She led us into her office, and went to sit behind her desk. It was a normal office with pot plants, filing cabinets, and everything you expected to find in a principal's office. There were two things strange about Ms Quain's office though. First of all it was completely spotless. Most principals had papers lying around on there desks and such, but Ms Quain didn't. It was strange. Also, the chair Ms Quain was sitting in behind her desk looked like a throne, and she sat on it as though she were a Queen herself.

"Please, take a seat." Ms Quain indicated to the two seats sitting on the other side of Ms Quain's desk.

"Thank you." My father said, and sat down smiling.

I just shot him a dirty look and sat down too.

"Now, here at Queen High we have some of the finest facility's in―"

"As I've seen." My father said, with a million dollar smile. "You must be an excellent principal to run a place like this. And you're so young."

I groaned and put my hands over my face as I realized he was flirting with her. MY father was FLIRTING with MY new principal!

She smiled again, looking both flattered at his compliments, but annoyed at being interrupted. "As I was saying, Queen High is an excellent school, and we are happy to allow Stella to join our community."

At that moment my father's phone went off, with one of those annoying ring tones. The kind that if they go off in a public place everyone kind of inwardly groans and gives the person whose phone went off dirty looks.

"Oh, excuse me." My father said apologetically, as he pulled out his phone. "Hello…yes, speaking…what…uh…" He looked up at the principal and smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, would you excuse me?" he said, and left the office to talk on his phone outside.

I sighed. Typical.

Ms Quain smiled sweetly until my father had shut the door behind him. She then turned to glare at me. 'So you're Stella White." She said, her voice cold and she glared at me.

I nodded. "Uh…yeah."

"Hm…Well it's not really surprising…exactly what I expected in fact."

"Excuse me?…What you expected?" I raised my eyes in confusion, the smile on her face chilling my bones."

"I don't like you." She stated. "But I'm sure by now you've gotten that vibe from me…"

"What have you got against me!" I burst out, completely surprised and angry that she so easily to judge me. "I just got here!"

She laughed. "I think the question is more what haven't I got against you? Like I said, I've read your file. You're smart," She looked at me from top to bottom. "And quite pretty too. So if you even try to upstage my daughter Bella, you will have to deal with me. And trust me, you don't want to get on my bad side."

"Bella? Upstage?" I snorted with a small 'you've got to be kidding me' laugh.

"Yes Bella is my daughter. She's gorgeous, much prettier than you, and incredibly smart. I don't want you to come in and upset the perfect situation I've created. "Am I understood?"

I nodded. "Whatever."

She just glared at me, and looked like she was about to say something, but at that moment my father walked in and she returned the smile to her face. "Now that I've explained the way of the school, I just need you to fill out the enrolment forms so your daughter may attend this wonderful institute, Queen High."

She got a pile of papers and came and placed them in front of him. She stood behind him, looking over his shoulder, pointing to different parts of the paper. "Please read this carefully as it states the rules and regulations of the school. Okay, and please just sign, here, and here, here, here, here, here, here…and here. Okay, school starts at eight o'clock sharp – don't be late, as we have no tolerance for such things." She stood up. "Very well, that will be all. Please, have a nice day."

"Uh yeah, will do." Dad said with a cheesy smile. "Have a lovely day yourself."

I sighed and got up, dragging him out of the office.

"Stella, that I was rude." He told me, annoyed.

I sighed in disgust. "You were flirting with my principal for Christ's sake!"

"She was a very attractive woman Stella." My dad protested.

"I don't wanna hear it, let's just go…I don't wanna be hear any longer than I have too." I told him, and walked off ahead to the car. This was the last thing I needed.

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