(I honestly have no clue what happened to that shoe…Sorry for the short chapter.)

Chapter Six: The Ugly and the Wicked

Ana Tremaine got out of her car and walked across the parking lot, upset and annoyed. It was a few weeks after Eric's accident, so all the talk of that had died down, and no one had found the mysterious girl who had saved him. People say her daddy forbid her from returning to Disney High for some reason. It wasn't the fact that that gossip had died down that was bothering her. No. It was what happened yesterday that made her so upset.

Yesterday, Princeton and his butler came over with a shoe asking if any of the girls in the house attended his party a few weeks prior. Ana and Drew bolted towards him. There was no way Drew or Ana was going to miss out on becoming the girlfriend to Disney High royalty. This may have been the overall, umbrella reason, but they each went much deeper. Drew was pretty greedy since she had taken after her mother and aspired to be like her. Not to mention, people always claimed that she was the prettier one. Drew was also the eldest, which made her think that she had some authoritative power over her little sister. Becoming Disney High royalty would make her one of the queens of the school and give her an even bigger head than she already had.

Ana just wanted to be accepted. It was bad enough being known as the dumb and ugly one from their mother, but even at school she seemed like the most unpopular girl. Ana didn't have many friends. People thought that she was this mean girl just because of the way her sister acted. Now, this wasn't to say that Ana couldn't be mean at times. We all have our mean tendencies, but Ana was only mean to keep up with Drew and her mother. Weakness was not an option in the Tremaine household.

So, Ana seemed mean and her occasional shyness made her seem like she was a snob who wanted to be left alone.

Now, back to Princeton and the shoe. It didn't fit either Ana or Drew, seeing as they have size ten feet and the shoe was a size six. Princeton was ready to try the next place, still mentally kicking himself for not remembering the girl's face. As he approached the door, lo and behold! Who should have come through the door from cooking class other than Ella? It was a sight to see. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Princeton had the famous Love at First Sight look and Ella won the award for the perfect timing. Princeton was about to get on one knee and put the shoes on, but Georgine snatched it out of his hand and….

I can't really tell you what happened with that shoe, but let's just say it's gone forever.

All hoped seemed lost. Princeton would never find the mysterious girl, Ana and Drew would never become Disney High royalty, and Ella would never figure out what was going on. Everything seemed ruined until Ella reached into her backpack and pulled out a matching shoe. Princeton's butler, who was about to pass out from the first shoe disappearing, was now about to pass out from joy that this girl had the match. So, Princeton got down on one knee slipped the shoe on her foot.

It fit perfectly.

So, that's what happened, a happy ending for Ella and a terrible one for Ana and Drew. Georgine figured it was Ella who was the girl Princeton was after even though she had no idea how she even got to the party. She locked all the doors to the house so there was no way that Ella could possibly get home and she could finally have her daughters date Princeton. They would have the power and opportunity that she never had, but no! Ella somehow managed to get through the door, probably due to her little rats she calls friends, and she and Princeton were going to date happily ever after.

Ana wasn't upset about the fact that Ella and Princeton were now together. It was the fact that Ella was already pretty, smart, and people actually liked her and that Georgine blamed her and Drew for what happened. Starting today, she and Drew were going to start doing some more work: getting their own breakfast, cleaning their own rooms, and finding their own way to school. Ana got lucky today because Georgine went to California for some Stepmothers Anonymous meeting and wouldn't be back until Thursday.

Ana stopped walking when she heard her name being called. Running and puffing across the parking lot was Drew. She adjusted her skirt and sweater and glared at Ana.

"What do you think you're doing leaving me at home to walk to school?!" Drew asked in between breaths.

"I asked you this morning, but you—"

Drew cut her off. "You didn't ask me a darn thing! Sometimes I think you're no better than Ella!"

Drew walked off in a huff. She took what happened yesterday a lot harder than her sister.

The first bell for homeroom rang and Ana bolted across the parking lot and towards the building. She ran up the two flights of stairs to the third floor and barged through the door.

"Miss Tremaine, you're late," Mr. Ratcliffe said, polishing his gold-encrusted grading pen. "Pick up your detention slip."

Ana picked up her pale blue detention slip from the little table next to the door and filled it out. There was no need to get Mr. Ratcliffe's signature because they were already pre-signed. It didn't bother her as much to be in detention. Ana had been in it before, mainly because Drew got her into trouble, so it wasn't something entirely new.

The day progressed slowly. Pre-Calculus, French 3, American literature, creative writing (Ana really loved English), astronomy, and then a free period right before detention.

Detention was held in the back of the cafeteria at a couple of small tables. Mr. Wiggins, the peppy and excitable home economics teacher, watched over it. He would tsk at the teens while doing some chore Mr. Ratcliffe had him do. Today, his job was to polish Mr. Ratcliffe's shoes and pluck out ever piece of pork in Mr. Ratliffe's dog's food. Even though people liked Mr. Wiggins, they felt sorry for him and wished that he would grow a backbone and stand up to Mr. Ratcliffe.

There weren't many people that day. The usual suspects: Peter Pan, who was probably in for skipping class to go to the middle school; Aladdin Habagra, in for stealing and spared by Mr. Hood; and Jim Hawkins, in for skipping class. The school's delinquet's who were spared because Principal Mouse or a teacher took pity on them.

Peter lived in the Foster Home For Lost Boys. He was the eldest and considered the leader of the band of middle school kids he called his friends. He was pretty immature for his age and had been held back, making him a sophomore instead of the junior he should have been. This didn't bother him because he made friends in the sophomore class, like Wendy and her cousin Jane. Peter always—for the most part, at least—had a smile on his face. Always, except for when Mr. Hook came around. Mr. Hook had it out for Peter after an incident last year when he came into woodshop to give Peter a detention for being late to class. Mr. Hook was so distracted he didn't notice the saw and…

…and Hook isn't just his last name.

Aladdin—or as you probably know him as Al—was known for stealing. Here's the thing (and I'm not trying to justify this or anything): Al was usually stealing stuff back from the kids who stole stuff. People thought that it was stupid and that he should just tell the principal, but Mr. Hood found it to be a noble gesture. "Steal from the rich and give to the poor!" Mr. Hood always said. If it wasn't for Mr. Hood, Al being a part of the Three Wishes Program, a program where teens get a mentor, and Mr. Mouse being a bit of a pushover, I promise you Al would not be attending Disney High.

Now, Jim. He was the kid people barely knew. Mention his name and all that you would get is "Jim who?" or "That guy I see in the hall every couple of weeks?". No one knew why he was such a delinquent and people never asked. He was a bit of loner and the only time anyone saw him out of school was when he was windsurfing or helping his mom out at the Benbow Inn. Rumor had it he was brought home by the police one night after he was hanging out in a restricted are of town. I guess the only thing people actually knew about him was that when he was younger he was a pretty average kid. He was nice, playful, and like most little boys had a love of pirates, especially Captain Flint.

These were the people Ana sat with for a good forty-five minutes.