Prologue

"What!?" I shouted, my mother raising her brow at my extreme reaction. My eyes were wide and she sighed, clearly not wanting to hear my questions. She filed her nails as I shouted and complained about this.

"Mom, why do I have to do this?" I questioned, lowering my voice a bit. She stopped filing her nails and looked up at me from her throne, "Because you are the young representative of our kingdom." I rolled my eyes.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked. "Avery, you should know that all of us royals have decided to make a school for the 'heroes' and villains to go together so you can all... connect," she put a venomous emphasis on 'heroes'.

"Why would you want us all to connect? There has to be another intent behind it from your end," I thought out loud. She chuckled, "You're right... you know me too well." I narrowed my eyes, raising a brow.

"Well, I'm also guessing that you want me to do something..." I continued. She nodded. I asked her what it was then. She explained herself, "I want you to take the school into your own hands. Rule it. Become popular. Be a bad girl. Make mama proud."

"Seriously? Is that all? There has to be more to it. You want me to do something... evil, don't you?" I questioned. She didn't say anything but I knew what was true.

"Just do what I would want. Do what I would do," she explained after a while. "And what should I do if I run into-" I wasn't allowed to continue.

"Snow White? Ignore her. But most of all, avoid her son," she interrupted. Okay, she understood what I was about to ask, I guess. I had known that Snow White has a son, but I didn't think I would ever have to meet him or go to the same school as him.

"Why does it matter?" I asked. "I don't need you messing around with boys. And not that brat's son, any less. Besides, since he is her son, I can imagine that he'll be as handsome as she is beautiful," she snarled.

"Ew, messing around with boys? Really, mom? And Snow White's son too? Why would you even suggest such a thing!?" I winced out of disgust. "I know how stubborn you are: just like me when I was your age. Just listen to me this time," she turned away and looked outside the huge window. "... Alright," I agreed, letting out a sigh. Why would she think I would do such a thing?

School was starting in about a week and I was not prepared. This was going to be a... different year.