True Love's Kiss

BeccaTurner1892 (also KingdomHearts1892 on Quotev)

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Cosplayers?

Author's Note: I do not own The School for Good and Evil. All rights to the film belong to Netflix and the book belongs to Soman Chainani. The only things that I own are this story and my OCs. Additionally, I will be posting chapters on Quotev first and the first few chapters include images of what I think that the characters should look like.

There are many stories that end up either untold or incomplete; however, the most frustrating ones end on cliffhangers. Unfortunately, my life feels like it's constantly on a cliffhanger due to a singular issue: asthma.

You see, I've had severe asthma since I was a child and, sometimes, I can't sleep due to the severity of the attacks. Sometimes I dream about having an attack while I'm asleep and dying in my sleep, which always leaves me with a sense of panic whenever I wake up. I had one such horrifying nightmare last night where I suffered an extreme asthma attack and couldn't get to my inhaler in time; however, I think that I must've sleepwalked last night or I'm hallucinating. Otherwise, the situation that I'm in doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

After all, I distinctly remember falling asleep in my warm, comfortable bed at my parent's house, which is in a suburban area that's not surrounded by a forest. So, how in the world could I have woken up alone in the middle of a forest?! Actually, hold on a minute. I'm not alone anymore since two girls just arrived, but it seems like they're in the middle of something right now and somehow, they're getting dragged around by a large shadow.

Huh, oddly enough a shadowy figure's dragging me right towards them so I'm starting to piece together bits of the heated argument that the girls are having right now.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I hear the blonde roaring to the brunette that's holding onto her leg like it's a lifeline. I also see the blonde trying to kick the brunette off as she continues shrieking, "YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!"

That poor brunette looks like she's just trying to help her friend out. Why is the blonde being so mean and shouting so loudly? The blonde's making the headache that I've got worse, and I don't think that the brunette is actually listening to the blonde's complaints.

"WHEN MY HANDS FIND YOUR NECK-" I hear the blonde threaten the brunette, erupting a fiery anger in my veins, because how dare this chick just decide to threaten their obviously concerned friend? I would kill to have a friend stand up for me like the brunette's clearly trying to.

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOUR FRIEND IS CLEARLY CONCERNED ABOUT YOU? HOW ABOUT YOU LAY OFF OF HER OR-EVEN BETTER- HELP HER!" I shout causing the blonde to finally shut up and glare at me.

Unfortunately, the peace doesn't last long, because I lose my footing as the shadow flies up into an extremely tall tree. A beautiful sunrise lies on the horizon far past the mountains. I don't feel entirely appreciative of the pretty picture-or take the time to wonder about where in the world I'm at-since I'm more focused on the pair of opposite girls in front of me. After all, I don't feel like having to stop a fight while up several stories in a tree, which-if I had to guess-was probably an elm tree based on the tingling feeling that I'm getting in my nose and the coughing fits that I was experiencing (allergies!).

"We are going home right now," the brunette emphasizes, catching my attention since this was the first time that I'd heard her speak and I figure that if the girls can figure out a way home, then maybe I can figure out a way to get myself home too or we could work together.

And so, I decide to comment, "Well, that would be nice. If you figure out a way home, then let me know since I want to get home too."

Before either girl can respond, the branch wobbles, coils like a spring, and we're sent onto the next branch. Soon, it feels like we're in the midst of a violent Ping-Pong match and we're the plastic ball. I end up having to move between catching the blonde and catching the brunette a few times while we're flying around through the behemoth of a tree.

"HOW TALL IS THIS TREE?!" the blonde bellows right into my left ear, which leaves a ringing sensation in the eardrum.

Finally, we reach the highest branch on the tree, and everything relaxes momentarily. A weighted silence erupts as all three of us ladies lie in wait for whatever might come next. Then, I spot a giant black egg in the center and caution, "Hey guys"; however, the two ladies figure that the moment that things are peaceful is the moment that they should start with their bickering again (I vaguely hear the brunette mention, "We wouldn't have even been in this mess if you didn't want to leave home so badly"). My head and heart pound like a sledgehammer as I examine the egg alone until it starts hatching. That gets the girls' attention, and we all take the time to stare at the being emerging from its shell.

All three of us get splashed in a strange, dark goo (bits of the embryo maybe?) and a colossal baby bird stares us down with its beady eyes. Then, the bird takes me and the brunette in one claw and the blonde in its other before flying off.

There's no room in the bird's claws to wiggle around in, but I try to turn my head and holler, "Well, now's as good of a time as any to introduce ourselves. My name is Lucy."

"Can't this wait until we're on solid ground?!" the brunette exclaims getting reprimanded with a cross "Aggie!" from the blonde.

"I'm Sophie of Gavaldon," the blonde introduces herself followed by, "Sorry about Aggie's rude behavior. She doesn't take well to strangers."

"No, no. It's fine. I completely understand where 'Aggie' is coming from. Sorry for putting you on the spot like that. It's just that I was getting tired of mentally calling the two of you the blonde and brunette," I say all the while thinking, That nickname and name sound very familiar to me. Also, why did Sophie say 'Of Gavaldon' instead of saying her last name. What exactly is going on here?

"It's Agatha not Aggie," the brunette corrects me and continues, "We all need to go home right now."

Before Sophie or I can say anything in response, the sun blinds us all by shining directly in our eyes momentarily blinding us. Then, all of us find ourselves speechless as two castles soar into view across the forest that trapped us for-what felt like-ages. One castle glistened in the sun with its ivory towers over a luminescent lake. The other was shrouded in darkness and mystery with onyx spires ripping through thunderous storms. And, lying in the center, is a tower that some part of me says, That's the School Master's tower.

At this point, I'm relaxing because I figure that I'm probably going to get dropped off in the dark tower that-the same part that told me where the School Master's tower was- whispers, That's the School for Evil."

However, the rapidly growing bird drifts over to the ivory towers first-which the voice whispers, That's the School for Good- and I can sense that it has a playful yet mean sense of humor. I hold onto the bird's darkening claws and listen to Sophie breathe, "Aggie, Lucy, I'm a princess."

The ground approaches way too fast for that statement to be true. The head of hair that's falling next to me is distinctly brunette and I'm pretty sure that Sophie's a blonde.

Then, I hear Sophie screaming, "No! I'm Good! It's the wrong one! Take me back!"

And all I can think is, Yeah, I was dropped in the wrong school too. The next thought that follows is, Oh shit! Now I know why the names Agatha and Sophie of Gavaldon sound so familiar. Fuck! How in the world did I end up in The School for Good and Evil?