I ran down the messed up streets of The Isle, thinking about my true parents. And if they could still be alive. But my thoughts were rudley interupted by my adoptive sister Mal,
"Ugh! Mal can't I go anywhere without you following me, my badness!" I growled in disgust.
"Well, wouldn't it be totally evil to make sure every second of the day you're suffering !?" She snarled back. I raised my eyebrows and looked down at her hand to see a small shiny trinket hanging loosely in her hand. I quickly snatched it from her then slowly turned and dropped it into an acid filled barrel. Mal screamed.
"Evil! That was my only chance to impress Mom and you blew it!"I sighed and started filling my nails. When would Mal understand that Mom didn't care about those type of things? Stealing candy from babies is beyond lame. I rolled my eyes before pushing past my sister .
"So?! She's your mom, not mine." I called from behind me to her. She stomped her foot before sighing.
"Evil, Mom wants you and the rest of us to get to the hideout now! Oh and we're going to Aurodon!" My already pale face paled even more. Aurodon!?. Wasn't that the place where the fairy godmother kept her wand!? And all those prissy pink princesses lived with all there polished princes *gag*. I turned to look at Mal and then realized she had already left. I quickly straightened my outfit and hair before running to the pathetic excuse of a fortress my adoptive mother called home. Oh, and by the way, my name is Evilitte but most call me Evil. And "the rest of them" is Mal's crew, Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, Jay, son of Jafar, and Carlos, son of Cruella De'Vile. Yup that's them and I HATE being friends with them. What? Isn't that a good thing?
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Not Evil, Wild.
FanfictionAdopted Evilette has been through it all in life, an abusive childhood has brought her to think that love I s just an excuse to be weak. Her sister, Mal, was the only one who understood her. But soon... even that changed. Maybe that's the reason sh...
