Defending the Mask

Progress Not... Flawless

Notes:

Hey Descendants!

Sorry this is getting out so late. It's been a day.

I'm currently covered in mashed pumpkin, I think it's even in my hair!

Worth it. I can change later.

Twisted and I, other than the occasional interruption from Baby Becca, have been working our asses off today, and now we just want to write.

Wish us luck :)

And let us know what you think at the end of the chapter!

Lots of Love,

-Dark-

Ugh.

She so didn't want to do this.

But she so had to.

If Fairy Godmother was serious about adopting her-

Which she really seemed to be. For whatever the fuck reason- She couldn't just go in without talking to Jane. As much as a bitch as she could be, even she had her lines.

She wasn't about to strain Jane and Janice's relationship more than it already was.

Which how dumb by the way.

Jane would look just fine with a few beauty products and doing something with that limp hair of hers.

Hadn't Evie already given her tips? What had been the point of helping her out with her wardrobe?

Ugh.

She had felt bad about trying to use Jane to get close to Janice.

To the wand.

Didn't it count that she'd had a change of heart?

Didn't it matter that she'd been trying to make up for all the mean girl things she said?

What a pain in the ass.

Where the fuck was she anyway?

It felt weird. Hunting someone down like this.

She felt like an idiot for not saving Jane's number in her phone.

She takes a deep breath and sighs.

Fuck it.

She leans against the wall and pulls out her phone.

Hey, do you have Jane's number?

-M

Sure.

Trying to talk to her?

-B

She rolls her eyes. No. She just wanted to do this for fun.

Yeah...

-M

She sighs when she gets the number.

Good luck.

-B

Yeah, yeah.

See you later.

-M

She sighs as her thumb hovers over the number.

Mother damn it.

Why the fuck was everything about this so stupidly fucking hard? She lets her head hit the wall.

Dumb.