Reversal (School For Good And Evil)

Past and Future

Sophie's POV:
Sophie didn't think of Agatha.
Or at least she told herself as much. She only thought about important things, like her grades, and Tedros, and whether her hair looked better curled or straightened. Not something so measly as her ex-best friend, avoiding Sophie as stubbornly as she could. No, that didn't matter. So then why did she keep thinking of Agatha? Of her bug eyes, and greasy hair, and her laugh that was always so unique, so Agatha, that Sophie could barely breathe when she heard it.
She definitely didn't miss it, not at all.

"Sophie,"
Sophie snapped back to attention at Beatrix's call. The girls still disliked each other, as was evident from the smug look cast her way from the perfectly made-up girl to her left.
"Professor Anemone is asking you a question,"
Sophie blinked back at her, blank.
"Sophie," said Anemone, exasperated. "This is the third time this week you've been late to class. See me at the end,"
Sophie ignored the snickers of her classmates, and went back to staring out of the window, thoughts drifting back to a certain individual, who, for once, did not possess blonde hair and an abundance of teenage over-confidence.
How had everything gone so wrong? Their fight had started off over a boy, yes, but it had developed, into something so much more, something deeper and raw. An untouched topic, but one that had always hung over them - a rain cloud, looming to soil every sunny day.
Sophie did not regret her words. A princess spoke with conviction, a princess spoke the truth, not caring about consequences, or the ultimate result. She was just doing her part to achieve her future, only a few moments away.
But if Sophie reflected on her actions, she might begin to see herself as less of a princess.
And more of a witch.

Agatha's POV:
Seven days, eight hours, and twenty six minutes.
That's how long it had been since Agatha had resolved to grasp her potential by its neck, and drag it down to her new low level. But she had not yet done anything tyrannical, or mischievous , or even mildly inconveniencing. For some reason, Agatha couldn't find the desire to cause harm. It was not dormant in her, unactivated, but rather Agatha felt that it wasn't present at all - a vital piece of her perceived personality, missing.
But if there was one thing that Agatha was good at, it was reading.
So she read. And she read and she read and she read. She read until she closed her eyes and saw letters, floating around her vision like hypnotised ballerinas, dancing across her eyelids using unearthly choreography. She didn't have to be evil to excel. She just had to be smart. That's why Agatha soon reached the fifth place on the leaderboard, then the third, and finally the second. It was then, as she overtook Anadil - Hester's sly crony, that she was paid a visit.
They didn't knock, entering with a bang and a trio of menacing glares. Actually, there were two menacing glares and one slightly confused one, belonging to a girl who's hands were stained with what she hoped was chocolate.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Hester spoke first, scowling so hard it carved deep lines onto her brows.
"Who do you think you are?" Anadil asked, spittle flying from her mouth, landing in a repulsive splotch on the floor.
"Are you particularly attached to your door handle?" This came from Dot, the third.
Before Agatha had even had a chance to be confused, she saw the girl munching away on what looked like an ornately carved piece of chocolate, almost exactly the same shape as her doorknob.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, confused and cowed by their joint unwavering attention.
"You took my spot," Anadil said, hatred shining in her crimson eyes.
"Who even are you?" said Hester.
The pair seemed to work more as a single mind, than as two individuals, however it was clear who was in charge. Hester glared with enough spite to shrivel flowers and blot out the sun.
"Listen here Agatha," she said, voice dripping with distaste, "I don't know who you think you are but let me make one thing clear. No-one, and I mean no-one takes our spots on the leaderboard,"
Agatha was momentarily confused, but also relieved that the coven was only apprehending her due to her academics.
"I didn't know, sorry," she mumbled, not really caring at all and only wanting them to go away.
"Well..." said Anadil
"There was another reason we came here," finished Hester. "Our coven needs to be the most feared in the school. In fact in the entire Woods, and we could use a stronger member," a pointed glance was shot at Dot, "We could use someone like you,"
"Someone like me?" Agatha asked
"Yes, someone smart, someone powerful enough that they could even take Anadil's spot. Someone truly evil,"
"Someone like you," Anadil added.
Agatha thought about their offer. They were her free ticket to finally unlocking her true potential. They were her shot at getting new friends, a coven, a family.
Then she wouldn't have to think about the one she left behind, the girl that was currently stalking the halls of Good school.
Sophie.
Agatha bit back her declination, and instead answered:
"I'm in,"
"Great," said the pair in unison.
"Wait, but a coven is only three, right?" a voice chirped from behind them all. Dot stood there, half forgotten, doorknob gone from her hands but now plastered all over her face.
Anadil and Hester shot each other, and then Agatha a look.
"Bye Dot,"
They closed the door on her and ignored her wails and hammering, looking like the witches they truly were as they failed to move. Agatha stopped herself from retaliating, from helping poor Dot, still out there in the corridor.
It was time for her new life to begin.