The next morning, Wicca was up and ready. She woke up early to practice her evil exercises, like what scary faces to make and what insults to say to people who annoyed her.

It was the first day of public school classes and Wicca wanted to look her best. She decided to wear her ratty sleeveless tea-length smock, long cape, and her signature witch hat, they were all in her favorite shade of black: dead black.

She finished it off with her black broomstick strapped around her back.

"Hmm, which socks should I wear?" Wicca needed a pop of color. "Green and black striped or black and white striped?"

Wingsy popped out from Wicca's hat and pointed to the green and black striped socks. Wicca nodded in agreement and slipped on the socks then her black pointy-toe booties.

"Time for school." Wicca put on her deepest scowl and marched out of her room. Hopping on her broomstick, she flew past other students and took delight in slapping the back of their heads as she flew by them.

Wicca was so happy to start school. Her first class was General Villainy, she had a pretty good feeling she'll do well in that one.

The young witch arrived at the door and flew down the long staircase. The class was being held in a cauldron room. How wicked!

There was no one in the dark and dreary room yet. So Wicca sat in a stool on the far right corner so she could observe her villainous competition.

"Wicca?"

The witch turned around and saw Raven Queen. "You're here early."

"Hey, Raven!" Wicca waved, happy to see Raven again. "Sit with me!"

Raven wasn't used to people wanting to sit with her. So this was a nice change of pace, she took a seat right next to the wicked witch.

"I'm so hexcited!" Wicca chirped. "Who are our classmates?! Who's the teacher?!"

"Well, there's you, me, Ginger Breadhouse, Lizzie Hearts, Faybelle Thorn, Duchess Swan, Ramona Badwolf, and Sparrow Hood." Raven said. "And Mr. Badwolf is our teacher, he appreciates bad behavior in class. In fact, we get hextra credit for it."

Wicca's smile couldn't be bigger. "I think I'm gonna like this class!"

"Yeah? I don't like this class..." Raven sighed.

"Really? Why? I mean, class where you can be bad? Sounds easy to me!" Wicca responded.

Before Raven could respond, a snarky voice cut her off. "Because Raven doesn't deserve to be in this class." It was that Faybelle girl Wicca saw the other day. "She's too much of a goody goody to pass." She sat in the front of the classroom.

"Couldn't agree more." A girl in a white ballerina outfit came down as well. She sat next to Faybelle.

A girl with pink hair pulled into pigtails came down. A girl with heart shaped hair and a heart covered dress came, then came a boy wearing a fedora and carried an electric guitar with him. Then finally, a girl with long brown hair with a streak of red and a face full of attitude.

The pink haired girl came up to Wicca with a white box. "Hi! You must be Wicca, the new girl everyone's talking about." She smiled. "My name's Ginger. I made you some cupcakes."

Wicca couldn't hide her surprise. No one has ever made her sweets except her Aunt Flossy. She looked at Raven, who smiled. "It's okay. Ginger's an amazing chef."

Trusting Raven, the young witch opened the box. They were chocolate cupcakes with pink icing and sparkling sprinkles. They smelled delicious.

Wicca unwrapped the cupcake and took a bite. "MMMM!" She muttered words of gratitude with her mouth full of cupcake.

Ginger smiled proudly. "Thanks!" She blinked. "I think."

Faybelle rolled her eyes. "How pathetic. Two wimpy witches playing tea party."

Wicca responded by throwing a cupcake right on the side of Faybelle's face. She was hit so hard she fell out of her seat.

All of the students gasped loudly at Wicca's sudden action.

"Whoa! Direct hit!" Sparrow laughed.

Faybelle flew up wth her wings and wiped the frosting off her face. "You are so gonna pay for that!" She raised her hands to cast an evil spell.

Wicca was unfazed. "Why don't you just wash that down?" She pointed to one of the bubbling cauldrons and made it's slimy contents shoot out like a cannon and made a direct hit at the dark fairy.

Faybelle yelled in pain as the boiling hot vile burned her skin, her wings were too wet to fly with as she fell to the floor. Warts started sprouting all over her!

"Consider that a warning." Wicca said with a cold, icy glare.

"ENOUGH!" a voice roared through the cauldron room. Stomping into the classroom was a tall, imposing wolf wearing a tan coat and torn blue jeans. In his hand was a clipboard.

"Mr. Badwolf! Did you see what she did to me?!" Faybelle whined.

"I certainly did." Mr. Badwolf growled. "You're Miss Wicca West, right?" His scowl became a grin. "Nice job! Very evil!" He wrote on his clipboard. "Hextra credit for you."

Wicca felt like she won the Witch championship.

"Miss Thorn, to Madame Yaga's office to remove those warts." Mr. Badwolf ordered. "That potion still had some magic in it after all."

Royally humiliated, Faybelle frowned as she walked up the stairs.

"That was a bit harsh, don't you think?" Raven said.

"What? Nobody talks to a wicked witch like that and goes off that easy." Wicca said. "A villain always stands her ground."

"Excellent point, Miss West." said Mr. Badwolf. "Now, you're here because you're the daughter of the Wicked Witch of the West. Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?"

"Well, I'm bound and determined to be the greatest villain ever after!" Wicca said. "And I don't care who I step on to get there cause I ain't coming back down!"

"Very well put." Mr. Badwolf put down his clipboard and grabbed a piece of chalk. "Now, for today's lesson. We'll talk about tormenting people in secret." He began drawing on the chalkboard. "The most important part of being a villain is never getting caught. One way to commit an evil deed and throw off suspicion is frame someone else and make it convincing."

Wicca was taking notes as her teacher went on. But she noticed that Raven was hardly paying attention. Instead, she was drawing flowers and butterflies in her notebook!

After classes, Wicca stuck by Raven, not letting her out of her sight.

Just then, a bubbly blonde girl came up to to Wicca. "Blondie Lockes here with a new student newscast! I'm here with the new villain in town Wicca West, daughter of the infamous Wicked Witch of the West!" She jammed a microphone into Wicca's face. "Wicca! Is it true that you've been an orphan your whole life ever since your mother was destroyed?"

Wicca flashed her eyes. But Blondie kept going.

"Would you say your choice of dumpy, ragged clothing expresses your ugliness inside?"

Raven saw the anger growing on Wicca's face. "Uh, Blondie. You should probably-"

"Does the pressure of being a villain ever get to you?!"

Wicca held her hand out and froze Blondie with her magic. "Put this in your newscast...MIND YOU OWN BUSINESS, DORK!" She willed a nearby locker to open and blasted Blondie inside, slamming it shut and locking it up.

The wicked witch saw the alarmed looks of other students. "ANYONE ELSE WANNA INTERVIEW ME?!"

The students shook their heads and ran away.

"That's what I thought." With a swish of her cape, Wicca stormed away.

"Wicca! Wait!" Raven followed her. "Look, I know Blondie can get annoying at times, but you shouldn't have done that!"

"Hey! I had every right to do that!" Wicca retorted. "Calling me an orphan and my clothes dumpy and ragged?! Who does she think she is?!"

"Well, no offense but...your clothes are...not so great." Raven admitted.

Wicca stopped, then turned to Raven. "They're that bad?"

Raven nodded. "It wouldn't hurt to maybe try some new clothes, maybe something pretty!"

"I can't where pretty new clothes." Wicca responded.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm an ugly old witch. I'm not suppose to look pretty."

Raven was visibly stunned. "You're not ugly!" she blurted out. "And definitely not old!"

"But..." Wicca looked at her hands. "I'm green."

"So? What's that got to do with anything? You can be just as beautiful as the next girl! You maybe a villain, but that doesn't mean you can't be gorgeous! I mean, there's my mom, the Evil Queen. And...I have to admit, despite being the ultimate evil, she has killer style."

Wicca looked at her dress. It had holes, loose strings, and a rather unpleasant smell. Her grimy hair and beat up old hat, stained socks and uncomfortable pointy shoes...

Along with carrying around that broomstick, she looked like she worked for an evil stepfamily.

Perhaps a great villlain needed to look great too.

"Well...maybe I could use a little touch up." Wicca finally admitted.

Raven smiled her purple lips. "Then come with me. I know some expert stylists."