Sophie'd been drawing day and night. She'd only recently discovered that it was a good way to get out her nerves. When she'd gone to the School, she'd thought that doodling was for nerds. But now, Sophie found it to be the only way to calm down. She'd been drawing Jenny, but she could barely find any possible ways to make Jenny appear evil, or do evil things. Jenny just wasn't the type of person to be a Never, she was quite literally too good. Too kind… but too naive. Had there been a mistake? Of course not! How could the school have possibly screwed up? They'd been right with Agatha and her… they were obviously going to be right about Jenny too. At least, that's what she hoped.

Her doodles were of Jenny at the School of Evil, wearing the most preppy clothes that were seriously out of character for a Never. Everything about Jenny screamed good. She'd insisted on donating to charities, and always would ask if she could go and give food to the poor villages when she was younger. Jenny cared more about others than herself, that was something that neither Sophie or a majority of Nevers had about them.

Sophie put down her pen, before sighing. She had to teach classes in a few hours, but she really wasn't in the mood to introduce herself to people. Sophie was in a strange mood that day, her mind in places other than school. Because all she could think about was Jenny. Jenny this, Jenny that. Occasionally, Sophie wondered if she should contact Agatha, before immediately putting down the thought. Agatha would say to take it into her own hands and just send Jenny to the other school. But it wasn't as easy as that- it never was.

Jenny would have to deal with the Nevers until Sophie could figure this mess out.

Jenny nervously eyed the other students who walked through the hall. She had her schedule, which (as Sophie told her) was nearly identical to what her mother's had looked like during her first year at the school. Her first class of the day would be Uglification, Sophie had informed her that there was no getting out of that class. As she found her way to the classroom, she noticed that the other students were giving her weird glares. They weren't hateful- instead, they were confused. But Jenny kept on her way, however shy and small she acted, until she sat down at her small student desk.

The teacher, Professor Manley, had a watchful eye over the classroom. He sat up tall at his desk, his bald head shining in the low, candle-lit lighting. Students filled the desks around Jenny quickly. Most of them weren't attractive, just average looking.

"Class may now commence," the professor said, with an exceedingly monotone voice which Jenny realized she would soon find exceedingly boring. Jenny sat there for the duration of class, hesitantly following the teacher's orders. Gosh, she felt so out of place! Although Sophie had warned her, Jenny hadn't expected the class to ever be so horrifying!

Caroline received hateful glances from most of the supposedly good students. Figures. With Caroline's green skin, she was used to dirty looks. But coming from her peers, they meant so much more. These people were supposed to be the princes and princesses that every girl wanted to be. But Caroline, after receiving such hatred, wanted nothing to do with them. Occasionally someone would try and talk to her, but they'd get so weirded out by Caroline that they'd run back to their friends, and (Caroline knew it) start saying bad things about her.

Beautification was first for Caroline, and she had not been prepared for what was going to happen. They'd first been taught how to accessorize, and Professor Anemone had been so displeased with Caroline that she'd dared to compare her to Queen Agatha when she'd first arrived at the school. Apparently, that was one of the worst things that anyone could possibly be compared to. Her next class if anything, had been worse. Princess Etiquette was not Caroline's strong suite. But Caroline, said by Professor Uma, was one of the best students in Animal Communication. Caroline almost fell asleep in History of Heroism…

Caroline sat alone at lunch, most students too afraid or disgusted to speak to her. But she was okay with that, she'd much rather be alone than have bullies around. She was in the middle of eating a sandwich when someone approached her. Only it wasn't a student.

"Miss Caroline? Your stepmother is here to see you."

This is so short, and I'm sorry! I know its been forever since I've updated, but here this is. I'm going to start working on the next chapter, no clue when it'll come out though. I'm trying to reread the books a bit to refresh my mind on the series.