True Love's Kiss

BeccaTurner1892 (also KingdomHearts1892 on Quotev)

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 have images to display how I mentally see the characters.

2

Mistakes and Hope

I can't believe that I was dropped off in the School for Good. It doesn't make sense because I know that I was meant to be in the School for Evil (at least according to the School Entrance Exam at the end of the first book). Additionally, I personally would've preferred to be in the School for Evil, because there's less rules, more freedom, and a lot less pink.

Awakening in a field of yellow and red lilies is less than ideal, particularly when I happen to overhear the fairies discussing Agatha. I get up slowly to avoid fainting and see girls popping up out of the ground like daisies (A/N: if you get this reference, you're awesome). Agatha struggles to get out of the bed of lilies despite the fairies' best efforts combined with the flowers themselves (also, who knew that flowers around here were so strong?) so I offered to give her a hand. Agatha accepts my help and even clings onto me as we take in our new surroundings. Maybe it's because I'm familiar to her and got roped in the same way that she did?

The sight of everything is pretty hard to grasp, especially for people who have grown up in a world without magic like the we had. Only the thought that this is a dream is keeping me from having a major meltdown like Agatha is. Instead, all I wonder is how the girls could possibly breathe whilst underground. Aren't any of the ladies claustrophobic, because I can tell you right now that if I had to emerge from the ground like a zombie, then I would definitely need at least a month's worth of therapy. The girls before me, on the other hand, seem to literally grow out of the ground. Beautiful prima donnas emerge from underground with delicate slippers on their pretty little feet and beatific smiles resting on their glossy lips. Essentially, these girls are unnervingly gorgeous and don't look anything like me or Agatha.

Indeed, the girls look more like Sophie than the two of us with flawless complexions that glowed with health. I even catch myself comparing my rough, calloused hands with their smooth ones that look like they've never seen a day of labor in their lives. Every girl has a long dress on in a pastel range whilst Agatha has her clumps and black dress on and I'm wearing a long tunic with leggings and boots. Each girl has a tiny waist with slim legs and small shoulders while Agatha has a willowy figure and I have somewhere between a pear and skittle figure. Therefore, I can see why Agatha takes comfort in my presence since I'm as close to normal as she's accustomed to.

In the end, the fairies that had been buzzing around us are the ones that snap us out of our daze and mental panic by biting us.

"What the-"

While Agatha battles against the fairies, I quietly tell the ones with me, "Sorry I'll get moving." Then, the fairies leave me alone as I humorously watch Agatha swatting the fairies away and call out, "Leave it be and it'll leave you be, Agatha."

Finally, the fairy flies into her mouth and everything goes silent as a graveyard. The girls in our new class stare at the two of us like we're aliens. In that moment, it is clear as the blue sky that we are the outcasts in this entrance filled with roses and lilies. Funnily enough, Agatha coughs up the fairy right in time for church bells to start ringing from the castle of ivory and gold. All of the fairies begin grabbing girls and flying them over to the towers.

Ignoring the oddities of this introduction, I think that the girls and I can grow to tolerate one another. Somehow, I doubt that Agatha feels the same way though.

Once all of us ladies arrive in front of the School for Good, we are released and proceed to the towers freely... Well, aside from Agatha who's being dragged in by a few fairies.

I see Agatha looking around and mutter to her, "Maybe Sophie's running a little behind?"

"Not likely," Agatha mutters back as we stare at the golden gates which read:

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD ENLIGHTEN-

MENT AND ENCHANTMENT

Then, I offer Agatha my arm, which she reluctantly takes, and we move forward together. As we head inside, I spot two white swans emblazoned on the golden doors and I can't help but smile and think, 'Okay, this isn't half-bad thus far. At least I've made friends with Agatha.' Then, Agatha and I step inside to find a cluster of girls practicing for- what appears to be- a choir concert.

The girls stare at us in befuddlement like they're expecting us to rip off masks displaying girls resembling them underneath. Unfortunately, the moment that I expect Agatha to make a sarcastic quip the likes of which I'd seen in the movie doesn't come; instead, Agatha stares at the ground nearly in tears. In fact, it seems like everyone's waiting for something to happen; however, no one makes a move to bridge the gap. Finally, one of the girls with honey blonde curls and bright emerald-green eyes steps forward. This girl is so lovely that I can't help but think, 'This has to be a dream. If it's not, then I'd enjoy finding some normal people aside from myself and Agatha.'

"Hello, I'm Beatrix," the girl informs us sweetly with a hint of mockery. "I didn't catch your names."

"Hello, I'm Lucy," I say with the same level of sweetness and mockery. "However, I don't believe we ever provided you with our names, did we Agatha?"

"No, I don't believe we did," Agatha responds with her eyes pinned to the ground yet a bit of fire building in her eyes.

"Are you two sure that you're in the right place?" Beatrix asks with syrup and derision dripping from her tone.

The sweat dripping down her face and anxious fidgeting lets me know that Agatha's panicking at the moment so I decide to step forward to block Beatrix's view of Agatha and say, "I think we can manage if we're not."

"Perhaps you just swam to the wrong school," Beatrix smiles.

"Perhaps you did." I quip back followed by, "This is the School for Good, isn't it? The legendary school for beautiful and worthy girls destined to be princesses?"

"Oh," Beatrix says, lips pursued and ignoring my quip. "So, you're not lost?"

"Nope," "Or confused," "Nope," "Or blind," "Not in the slightest," I respond back to all of their inquiries.

"In that case, I'm sure that you have your Flowerground Pass," says Beatrix.

Meanwhile, I decide to ignore the girls since it seems like Agatha has snapped out of her stupor. Instead, I take a look around and end up in a magnificent foyer with stairs beyond my inferior eyesight as well as a floating, seven-float nymph.

Said seven-foot nymph greets me with a kind, gentle, "Welcome New Princess," to which I have to sit down. This is a mistake because Agatha slides in on a wave, nearly drowning me in the process, and the nymph greets Agatha with a, "Welcome New Princess."

I'm surprised at how long it takes the staff to recognize that something doesn't fit the mold with me or Agatha. Oddly enough, it seems like Agatha, and I fit in pretty well until they see how lost we are. There are twelve staff members present, which makes quite a bit more sense than the few that are present in the opening ceremony from the movie. Either way, the color scheme that the staff members chose resemble cotton candy a little too closely for my personal tastes. Each staff member has a silver swan crest on their dress or handkerchief tucked into their vest pockets.

Another "surprise" is how unfairly attractive all of the adults are, which sets me ill at ease. All I could think was, 'I'm either going to love it or hate it around here. For now, I'm leaning more towards hate.' Maybe the manner in which the staff is portraying themselves right now is a farce? I sure hope so since the adults seem to have tried way too hard to make a good, lasting first impression.

Additionally, the adults aren't very kind to those deemed misfits it seems, which leaves a sour taste in my mouth and bodes an ill omen for me and Agatha. At least, I thought that was the case until I saw one teacher standing in front of a stained-glass window perfectly allowing light to stream in behind him. The teacher with the odd halo behind his silver hair and unseeing hazel eyes beams at Agatha and me like we belong. I beam back with warm and fuzziness erupting inside- though it's clear that he can't see me- and whisper, "Thank you" because he gave us the warmest reception we've received since we arrived.

"Where are the boys?" I hear the girls asking in front of me.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to find our soulmates this year?" I hear one girl dreamily ask another as we're all escorted down the halls.

Then, I finally reach the front of the line along with Agatha. Upon encountering the nymph, Agatha and I say in unison, "There's been a mix-up!"

Agatha pants and I encourage her to continue by nudging her, which causes Agatha to take a deep breath and proclaim, "It's my friend Sophie who's supposed to be here." Agatha pauses to catch her breath and continues, "I tried to stop her from getting taken; however, I think that I confused the bird. Sophie loves pink, she's pretty and I'm- well, look at me! I understand that there's a desperate need for new students, but Sophie's my best friend and, if she stays, then I have to stay, and we absolutely can't stay. So please help me find her so that we can go home."

Meanwhile, I tell the nymph in front of me, "I don't belong, and I feel like it'll become fairly obvious that this is so."

The nymph smiles at me and hands me a piece of parchment listing my name followed by a list of courses and my new dorm number, which incidentally matches Agatha's to a t. At this point, I'm really hoping that this is all a dream, because I don't need the drama that I know is coming in Animal Communication or Surviving Fairy Tales. Granted, I don't mind, and I would like to help out Agatha in her courses, but I would also prefer the least amount of stress possible if I'm stuck here.

The worst part by far is that I can't seem to escape textbooks even in my dreams. Instead, I get handed a basket-of all things- filled with titles such as:

The Privilege of Beauty

Winning Your Soulmate

The Recipe Book for Good Looks

Princess with a Purpose

Animal Speech 1: Barks, Neighs, & Chirps

Actually, I take back every complaint that I have about the textbooks being the worst bit. No, that title goes to the pink monstrosity that I call an apron, but the professors call a "pinafore" lined with carnations along the sleeves and hemline that's supposed to be worn over a blouse that seems to be intended to make the girls more impressive.

Upon looking at the uniform, I decide to quietly ask, "Can I add more buttons on the top or do the buttons have to remain as is?"

I hear a few girls snickering behind me and Beatrix steps out of formation to respond, "We're not allowed to make any altercations to the uniforms. Who are you truly?"

"I'm Lucy of Woods Beyond," I reintroduce myself followed by, "I thought that we'd already introduced ourselves though."

"Aha! A Reader," Beatrix states matter-of-factually, whilst completely disregarding my question, like my response resolved all of the unanswered questions that she might have; however, I notice the other girls visibly relaxing and Agatha's increasingly distressed state.

And so, I chase after Agatha when she decides to bolt since I know that one should never be alone while you're in fight-or-flight mode, especially in a place like the School for Good. I know that, if I were to try and direct someone down the way Agatha took us, that I'd end up confusing myself as well as the other person and get us all lost. All I can say for certain is that we went diagonally from our tower to another, up many, many stairs, through some classrooms and a gorgeous library until we got to the roof. Of course, all the while I'm sweating like a pig and gradually feeling like an asthma attack is oncoming, which is also when I discover that the shadow left my inhaler behind, so I'm screwed if I have a flare-up.

I finally catch Agatha's attention when I start panting, "W-where are we g-going?"

"Nowhere if we don't hurry," Agatha briskly responds as fairies smash through the doors that we just went through. Wait, when did the fairies start chasing us and why are they chasing us?

With that, we dive into ginormous hedges and army crawl to escape glittery golden webs that the fairies are spitting out with disgusting splat noises when they miss their targets-us. Finally, we escape the hedges and sprint through the minefield of sticky webs right as my vision is starting to grow dark from a lack of proper oxygen. Only when I look around do I realize that Agatha and I are still in the hedges (maze most likely), but in a different section with larger-than-life statues and a pond. Agatha drags me by the hand as more fairies emerge from behind us, but I find that my hands slide right out of her hands like butter before I can even say a word. I brace myself for a rough landing in the disgusting pond water only to open my eyes and be as dry as ever.

Instead, I find myself in a sapphire archway in front of the bridge connecting the School for Good to the School for Evil with the School Master's Tower looming in the background. Beautiful cobblestone lines the fairly narrow bridge amassed with a dense, dark fog. I look around to try and ascertain where I'm at only to find Agatha landing next to me. Agatha and I continue to avoid speaking as we try to figure out the gimmick for getting to the School for Evil- after all, there's no way that it could be this easy, right?

Before we can even attempt to cross, I see Sophie's blonde head of hair in the distance, so I yell across the way, "Sophie! Are you alright? You haven't been hurt in any way, shape or form, have you?!"

"Lucy! It's been awful! Get me out of here," Sophie cries while running towards me and Agatha. Then she becomes overjoyed when she actually sees Agatha and screams, "Aggie!"

"Sophie!" Agatha and I shout in unison, ecstatic to see our friend relatively unharmed.

Arms spread like wings, the three of us dash across the bridge, crying for each other-

Right as Sophie touches our hands, we all slam into an invisible barrier separating Good from Evil and ricochet to the ground on our respective sides.

Agatha and I stare horror-struck and in pain as wolves drag Sophie back to Evil by her hair, displaying not even a hint of clemency.

"You don't understand," I hear as the fairies cage me and Agatha. "There's been a mistake or misunderstanding."

"There are no mistakes," someone growls in the distance followed by someone far closer hissing, "Or misunderstandings. Now, Good with Good. Evil with Evil. Don't cross the barrier or there will be upheaval."