Not That Evil

Chapter Two

 "No."

"But mom..."

"No. It's out of the question."

My anger only continued to rise. I mean, I wasn't a passive person as it is, but when someone did something that was against me, it made me even more akin to do something like attacking. After all, my mother's solution to everything was, and is, cutting off people's heads and hanging them on her wall. I couldn't help it if those genes were passed down.

I persisted as my mother walked over to enter the main room of the castle out five "families" share.

"Okay, well can you at least tell me why?"

She turned and practically glared at me, midnight black eyes staring into my soul. I suddenly felt really small.

"This island is your home. No other place. You're not going somewhere where I can't watch you constantly."

I rolled my eyes and stormed into the main room. My friends turned to look at me, but not shocked by the sudden outburst. It was pretty common when I came out of a conversation with my mother. After only a brief moment of staring, the four of them got back to their conversations with their parents. I watched them for a moment, then realized that they were begging their parents to go, too.

Well, Carlos was anyway. The other three seemed pretty okay with it. I decided to use that to my advantage.

"Hey, Mal."

The stunning, purple haired girl whipped around to look at me.

"Your mother's letting you go to Auradon, right?"

She nodded, seeming a bit confused. I turned to Evie, who was sitting with her mother and smiling.

"And E, you're allowed to go too, right?"

She giggled like a little girl and nodded bouncily. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I turned to Jay.

"And I'd assume you're-"

"Yup."

I turned back to my mother, who had just entered the room. Her long, deck-of-cards inspired dress trailed behind her as she walked, regal head held high.

"See, mom? Even Mal's allowed to go. And her mother's leash is tighter than yours!"

"What was that?" She snapped.

"Oh, uh... nothing..." I twirled my hair, attempting to seem innocent. My mother, with one last distrusting glare, turned back around and rested her jet black gaze on Maleficent.

"Is this true? You're allowing your daughter to go to Auradon?"

Without responding, Maleficent walked down the platform she was standing on and made her way over to my mother. She got close and leaned in, whispering something in her ear. Her eyes brightened, and when Maleficent pulled away, her expression had completely changed. She looked at me, a rare smile dancing across her lips.

"Alright, Hera. You can go."

The others cheered, and I offered a bright, excited smirk.

"However!"

We all stopped and looked at mine and Mal's mothers.

"You will find that magic wand and bring it back."

"Magic wand?"

"Understood?!"

I shrunk back and nodded, afraid.

"Excellent. Now, go pack."

We all stood there, staring at them, dumbfounded.

There was the honk of a horn, and I went to go pack a bag real quick. Just a few pairs of clothes, and that's really it. We didn't own much, and we weren't allowed to. I'd always wondered if our parents even loved us. I joined the others in the main room, and we all walked down to the area in front of our home. Well, Mal, Evie, Jay, and I walked. Carlos ran, mainly because his crazy mother was chasing him. Despite wearing heels, I began running with him. He beat me, of course, but we were both laughing as we shoved our bags in the back and climbed into a fancy, long car. Mal lingered in the car doorway for a moment, probably looking at her mother, then climbed in with us, taking a seat beside Evie. I looked back through the window behind us and saw my mother and Mal's watching us leave. Who would have thought that Maleficent and the Queen of Hearts would get along so well?

The long car began to drive off, and we settled in. That's when Carlos, Jay, Evie, and myself saw it. There were three small shelves, all stacked with jars and containers of candy. Carlos and Jay dove in, shoving each other for possession, while Evie and I rolled our eyes and civilly reached for the candy. Evie grabbed some hard, blue candy on a stick that looked like rocks, while I grabbed a small bag of tiny, multi-colored chocolate disks. Mal took nothing, and just looked out the window. Evie pulled a blush brush out of her purse and began applying blush to Mal's cheeks. She swatted it away.

"You're looking a little washed out," Evie pouted.

"Don't. I'm plotting."

"Well it's not very attractive." Evie refocused back on her blue candy, and I nodded off to sleep.