The Ever

The next day, Katezmira, after her first few classes, was walking into the dining hall, Victoria, Violet, and Ruby by her side. She was wearing a light blue dress from beauty class and was looking forward to lunching with her friends. But then, a teacher, probably from the evil school, started yelling at the kids where to sit down. In the ruckus, Kat was forced into a seat at one of the small, white tables halfway between the evil and good sections of the room. To her horror, across from her, the same teacher put a girl from the evil school in the chair across from her. She recognized her from the meeting on the first day of school as Miromaximus. 

She had dark brown, wavy hair, light skin, and dark eyes. She was surprisingly pretty for an evil student, Kat thought. She wore a fancy black dress with gold and silver designs and loose, puffy mesh sleeves. Strings of pearls hung from her hair and dress. And by the looks of it, she wasn’t too happy about where she was seated.

“Who the hell are you?” She said rudely. Taken aback, Kat stuttered.

“Uh- My name’s Katezmira. I don’t appreciate you talking to me like tha-”

“Okay, well listen here, Kat-ez-mirr-a,” She said, cutting Kat off, “That teacher said that we have to sit here for the rest of the year. Normally, I’d just ignore him and move, but I’ve already been to the office three times in the first one and a half days. So I’ll just make one thing clear. I know you probably think I’m an evil witch, but princess, I am so. much. Worse.” She leaned back. “So let’s just agree to ignore each other until my mom sues the school to change the seating chart.”

Katezmira was taken aback. She had never been talked to like that in her life. “I will not be spoken to that way!” She said, flushing. “Who do you think you are? I’m a future princess! And what do you mean, sue the school? That’d take a lot of money.”

Miromaximus smiled. “I’m the daughter of the Evil Queen.”

Kat leaned back in shock. After processing this news, she decided to keep being angry. “Well I see why you would be able to sue the school, but that doesn’t give you any right to say those things to people! You’re very rude.” She added. Readers must pause here to appreciate that ‘you’re very rude’ is likely the meanest thing Kat had ever said. This is her attempt to be feisty. 

Miromaximus sneered. “At least I’m not a goody-two-shoes like you who’s gonna end up married to some big strong prince and not have any say in her life.”

Kat stammered. She hadn’t thought about what would happen to her after she left the school… she was a future princess now, just going home couldn't have been an option. She didn’t want to marry a prince…

“Well- well- you’re wearing almost all black. It looks like you’re in mourning.” Kat was not good at arguments and thought she was being very cruel, even though she had to admit the girl’s dress was quite pretty.

“And you’re dressed like a pastel clown.” Miromaximus said, unfazed. “You’re like…” She looked thoughtful. “Maire Antionette crossed with a cotton candy monster.” 

“Wh-” Kat was flustered. “Why, you, you- you rude person!” 

“Woah, princess, go easy on me.” Miromaximus said jokingly. 

Kat scoffed, but before she could say anything, the clock struck twelve. Lunch was over. She got up, and, nodding at Miromaximus, proclaimed: “I don’t like you.” And walked out.

Miro was left, laughing quietly in her seat for her friends to get to her.