I got really tired of people wondering how the stories would have worked if the kids didn't rebel and such, especially one theory that they would all lose their memories. So here's how the stories would have happened (in my opinion). They would go about their post-grad life living out their stories, as they agreed to do. I hope you like it, may do other character stories, may not, we'll see. But I like how this one turned out. Thanks for reading!

Oh my gosh, this is so hexciting! My first big story assignment. My parents are really trusting me with this one, but I know I can do it! So, without further ado, ahem…

Once Upon a Time, in a magical fairytale land, there were two girls: Raven Queen and Apple White. One wanted to follow her destiny and become a fairytale princess. But the other rebelled and chose her own fate! Now, though, read the story of what would've happened had everyone at Ever After High followed their destinies…

The Story of Apple White

Once upon a time, there lived a totally awesome king and queen. They ruled with kindness and love and all their subjects were happy. But, unlike all the other kingdoms, they didn't have a little royal to rule after them. So, one night, the queen made a wish on a star for a child with skin as white as the snow outside, lips as red as the rubies in her necklace, and hair just like the windowsills of her home. And it worked! Her wish was granted, and a baby girl was born with snow white skin, ruby red lips, and hair just like spun gold. They named her Apple White.

Apple grew up adored by all, even nature itself. She was beautiful and thoughtful and sang the most wonderful songs about woodland creatures. But not everything in life can be perfect, not even in a fairytale. A sudden illness swept through the castle and claimed both the king and queen. Apple was devastated by her tremendous loss and not even her bunny friends could cheer her up.

As she stood at the graveside, a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"Raven!"

It was Apple's friend, Queen Raven from a mountainous castle.

"Oh, Raven, I feel so alone!" Apple cried into her shoulder. "I didn't think…didn't know…why does it hurt so much?"

Raven squeezed Apple tightly. "Come live with me. You can help me with my castle while you work through this."

Apple was so grateful to her friend that she threw herself into helping Raven run her castle. She cleaned all the cobwebs and brought in more cheerful rugs. She sang for songbirds to sweep the dusty halls and she shined all of Raven's spooky cauldrons. And every night, she made a yummy dinner for all of Raven's servants (even the goblins).

And yet, as the years passed Apple sensed a chill between her and Raven.

One evening, after Raven had yelled at her about the chipmunks in her coffee mug, Apple went to the most deserted hall of the castle: the King's Wing.

Good King Dexter lived in the far wing of the castle, away from all the icky monsters of Raven's castle. Apple considered him a good friend and often went to his room when she first moved to Queen's Castle to grieve her parents and express her fear over the bone rats lurking in the corners of every room.

Dexter smiled when Apple walked into his quarters, turning his MirrorPad off and embracing her tightly.

"Apple! It's so good to see you."

"Dexter, I need to ask you something. Raven's been so mad at me, and I don't know why. I've done everything she's asked, even the icky things, and I haven't complained once. I'm and kind and thoughtful to all her servants, even the goblins. What have I done wrong?"

Dexter led Apple to his couch and the two sat. "Raven's been under a lot of pressure lately. It's a lot of work, running a kingdom and managing the vast armies that she rules. The whole world is expecting so much of her…she's just handling as best she can."

Neither of them noticed the skulking queen lurking in the shadows, feeling her heart crack.

The next day Apple got a text on MirrorPhone from her friend, Hunter, Raven's huntsman who spent his days tracking beats in the woods. He told her that Raven wanted her to pick her up a Hocus Latte. Apple left the castle and ordered coffee for all the servants (her treat). As she headed back, labored under the heavy bags and many cup carriers, Hunter popped out from behind a rock on the mountain road.

"Apple!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a small cave. "You have to leave! Raven wants to kill you!"

Apple nearly dropped her lattes. "What? But…I've been so helpful and nice and kind and loving and-"

"That's the problem!" Hunter explained. "She's annoyed by your singing and doesn't like your animals and…she saw you with Dexter."

"Dexter?"

"Last night. She thinks you're trying to take him because you're a good princess and he was a good prince. She thinks he'll like you better if you stay."

Apple almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Dexter and her were just friends! But Hunter was deadly serious. Her heart felt like a tender apple as she thought of her friend actually thinking she'd steal her king. That she'd be so jealous she was willing to kill her.

"Okay. I'll go."

Hunter nodded and took the coffee. Then Apple fled into the Dark Forest at the bottom of the mountain. She was a bit upset Hunter hadn't hinted that this would happen so she could have prepared (he could at least have told her to grab her MirrorPhone charger) but Apple dug deep and moved past that.

Though she had entered the woods many times, this time was different. The tree branches seemed like hands, trying to grab her. There were no songbirds or cute bunnies. But, worst of all, Apple was afraid.

She walked at first, head held high. But the darker it became, the more she shrunk down until was running through the woods, blinded by tear-filled eyes

"What's going on?" she yelled. "She didn't say it would be like this!"

Finally, Apple crashed through a bramble bush and into a small clearing. Sitting in the center was a cottage with a sign over the door: "Seven Dwarves Cottage and Gift Shop."

Apple breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe.

Raven Queen whipped through her halls of her dark castle. Goblins and all creatures of the night scuttled out of her way. Her heart was filled with a kind of pain she could have never imagined.

She'd tried so hard. She'd given Apple comfort and the opportunity to grieve. She'd run her kingdom while she was too distraught (and it was doing remarkably well if she did say so herself). She'd opened her home and her heart to her dear friend.

And this was how she repaid her. By sneaking around her home. By batting her perfect eyelashes at her king.

Raven felt fury like nothing she'd ever known building in her heart. "Dexter is mine. I chose him and he chose me," she whispered to the shadows. "She can't have him."

So Raven turned to a hall of her castle that had remained untouched for decades. The Queen's Wing. She slumped her shoulders past the portraits of her once famous mother. For years Raven had avoided them, had avoided this place. She hadn't wanted to be the dark queen her mother had become, now imprisoned forever. But she couldn't lose the one person who had loved all of her. She pushed open the creaky door of the old queen's quarters and there, framed by cobwebbed curtains, was her mother's magic mirror.

Raven's fingers ghosted over the glass, not quite touching it. Magic tingled in the frame, and she felt it pulling to her. It knew her.

"Mirror on the wall, where is Apple White?" she asked it (rhyming was so last chapter).

The glass swirled and the image of Apple in dwarf cottage appeared. She was wearing an old apron that had once belonged to her mother, making pie crusts and sweeping as birds did the dishes. More than a few villagers from her own kingdom were there, taking pictures of their beloved princess. They posted them on their MyChapter blogs with captions saying, "Our Princess 3" and "Can't wait till she's Queen!"

Raven scowled. She'd asked Hunter to take of this problem (she didn't know Hunter had assumed that meant she wanted Apple dead) and clearly, he hadn't. She concluded she was really a fool for trusting him since he'd always been closer with Apple when they were young.

That meant she would have to take care of the problem. For The End.

Apple smiled as she danced around the dwarves' kitchen. They were off at work (was it mining? Logging? They did something in the woods), leaving Apple to watch the home. She paused by the window to wave at her happy fans just outside. Rumors had been growing since she'd moved in with the little men, if she was ready to reclaim her kingdom, how much she was like her mother and how sweet it was that she wore her apron while doing her chores.

Then there were the rumors of Raven.

That she knew where Apple was and was planning something wicked. And while Apple knew her friend had a dark side, she knew she wouldn't actually hurt her, after all. Right?

But the whispers grew by the day. Raven was swearing she had something for Apple that would be The End of her story. The dwarves were growing paranoid and locked all the windows shut. They scarred all the tourists away and even closed their gift shop.

"Why not just lock me in a tower?" Apple grumped as they chased out her bunny friends, afraid they were devious spies in disguise. (One of the dwarves actually looked into tower rentals but got yelled at by the Grimm family that the tower was trademarked by another)

And so, Apple spent her days in the dark shadows of the cottage, trying to minimize the shallows on her face the lack of sun caused, baking more pies than the dwarves' pants would allow them to eat.

One day, as she swept dust off the dustless floor, she heard a crash outside of the cottage. Troubled by the thought of someone in trouble, she looked out the doggy door. An old woman was lying on the ground as her horse ran off. She tried to get up, but it didn't look her legs would allow it.

"Are you alright?" Apple called.

"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you." The old woman slowly got to her feet finally, her shaky hands clutching a basket. "I understand you're a very busy girl."

"I wish," Apple sighed, her neck hurting from looking out the tiny low door. "I'm stuck here with not even the birds to talk to."

"Oh? You can't even get out?"

"No." Apple forced a smile. "But I know it will all work out in The End."

"Yes." The old woman was fiddling with her basket handle, as if considering something. "I suppose if you're stuck in there you won't ever get out, hm?"

"Oh but I have to." Apple insisted. "My parents' kingdom needs me and I have to find the prince."

The woman's hands stopped shaking. "The prince?"

Apple giggled. "I've been dreaming of him. Someone handsome, kind, who will save me from all this madness with Queen Raven."

"He sounds…wonderful."

"He is."

"You've met him?"

"Yes. And I know he's my true love."

"Well, in that case, this is for you. To cheer you up while you wait."

The old woman pushed her basket in through the doggy door. Apple pulled off the cloth to reveal freshly baked apple turnovers. Her stomach rumbled and she beamed. Her fans were truly the fairest.

She pulled one out and bit into the flaky pastry. Her eyes closed in joy before her stomach suddenly clenched. Her eyes widened as she recognized the taste. Poison.

The old woman watched Apple slump to the ground through the slits in the barred windows. Raven shed her disguise and swallowed the lump in her throat. This was a kindness, she reasoned. Apple would stay asleep, not dead but not able to find her true love. The way she had described her prince, there was only one person it could be. And Dexter would never find Apple (Raven had instructed her goblins to keep in his wing of the castle till his dying day). No, her prince would be her king forever after. Raven had just ensured her future, the one she was convincing herself she'd wanted all along.

An evil laugh erupted from the Dark Forest and all of the Ever After felt chills, knowing instantly what had happened.

The dwarves laid Apple in a glass coffin decorated with flowers. They wept into their tiny hands and all the animals hung their heads. No birds sang. Without their shining princess, they did not if they would ever find joy again.

But then destiny did what destiny does best.

Daring Charming, a regal prince on his way to visit his brother King Dexter of Queen's Castle, was riding through the woods. His horse, sensing the sadness of all the animals around him, was drawn to the clearing where Apple lay.

Daring was at the coffins side instantly. A single tear fell from his eye. He had known Apple when they were young, had thought he even might love her one day.

Well, that day was here. He heroically cast off the glass top and bent down. Lips touched lips and magic sparked. Light shot through Apple's veins and she opened her eyes, gasping for air.

"Daring," she breathed, embracing him tightly. "You saved me!"

"Come, Princess!" Daring lifted Apple out of the coffin as the dwarves and animals spell-ebrated. "We shall go to your castle and free it from the grip of that evil queen!"

And, together, they rode off into the sunset (so magical).

Raven Queen glared up at the gold shinning castle. She'd come to visit White castle after seeing on the MirrorNet that it was being ruled over once again. She couldn't have that. Apple had trusted her to run the kingdom and now with Apple, er, busy, Raven had a duty to shepherd her friend's kingdom Forever After.

Raven skulked through the crowd that parted for her and her dark clothing. Her silver crown and menacing cloak grew glares from the villagers (which was ridiculous because she'd just fixed the dam without raising their taxes to do so while also creating a bunch of new jobs).

"Raven Queen!"

It couldn't be. It was impossible. Her spell was full proof, and Dexter hadn't left the castle once.

Raven turned and there she was. Apple white, her ruby gown cascading onto the golden platform she stood upon over the people, her crown of rubies atop her perfect curls. Apple, her old friend, her new enemy, now Queen.

And standing behind her was Daring with a matching crown and over a dozen medals on his jacket. Raven bit her tongue to stop her from letting out a scream. Of course, Daring was Apple's prince. How could she have been so blind?

"For attempting to take my life, I, Queen Apple, sentence you to dance in these iron shoes for all of us!" Apple commanded, waving her scepter. Two servants raced forward, one grabbing Raven from behind, the other shoving hot metal shoes onto her feet with oven mitts.

Raven squirmed and wiggled but she couldn't break free. The servants dashed back, and she felt the metal heat until it felt like her very soles were on fire. She hopped and leaped but no relief came. She tried to leave the castle, but the crowds pushed her back in. She was in so much pain she couldn't even cast a spell.

She danced and danced and, as the sun set behind the great hills, Raven felt her strength waning. She looked at her old friend standing above her and, finally, she allowed herself to cry. Tears poured down her face for the girl who had simply wanted to be loved and to keep that love for herself. And for the girl standing before her, now a woman, whom she had once called friend. Raven breathed her last, wishing Apple all the best her Happily Ever would offer her…

"Stop!"

A servant dashed forward instantly and yanked Raven's shoes off. She could hardly believe it.

Apple walked down the platform and pulled Raven to her feet (despite the many burns on them she stood tall). Raven was shocked to see Apple crying as well.

"I just…I thought we'd be safer if we…" she whispered, shaking her head.

"Apple?"

"I don't know if I can. If I'm allowed." Apple looked at Raven with perfect princess tears, not a runny nose of eyelash out of place.

"Please." Raven had no need for pride. She only wanted one thing.

Apple nodded, stepping back so all would hear her. "I, Queen Apple, sentence you to live out the rest of your days at Queen Castle with King Dexter. Banished. Forever After."

Raven smiled at her friend as she was led away. Her heart ached at never seeing her again, but she knew it was for the best (she was the villain after all).

Meanwhile, Apple was loved by all her people and nature itself. She had her home, her prince, and she lived Happily Ever After.