I got my locker and took the spray paint from my bag. I spray painted a silhouette of a rose and best and put the words 'Long Live Evil' inside of it. Evie said, "Can I see the eye shadow you've been using?"

"Uh," I said, "Okay. Sure." I opened my locker and handed Evie my red and black eye shadow.

Ben walked over to Mal, they started to talk and I look to the other side then Carlos apear.

"Hi." Said Carlos.

"Hey..." I said

Evie walked away.

"So do you want mabe later see me train?" he asked, blushing.

"Sure." I said given hin a big smile, with he retarned.

Ben stared at my 'art'. He said, "You know, you should really think about taking these talents off the lockers and into art class. I could, uh, sign you up. What do you think?"

I said, "I think that's a good way to take all of the fun out of it." Mal nudged me and we saw Jane. I said, "Well, see you."

I walked towards Jane. I followed her into the girls bathroom and saw Jane staring in a mirror. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

"Hi," I said, "It's Jane, right? Ah, I always loved that name; Jane."

"That's cool." Jane started to leave, saying.

"Don't go!" I blocked her path.

"Sorry, Jane," I fake apologized. "I were just hoping to make a new friend, you know? It's hard to make friends, especially when our parents are who they are. You probably have all the friends you need, though."

"Hardly." Jane muttered.

"Really?" I asked, "I mean, with your mom being Fairy Godmother and Headmistress?"

"I'd rather be pretty! You've got great hair." Jane said.

I glanced at the mirror and noticed my hair is down.

"Hey, you know what?" I said. "I have just the thing for that!" I get my necklase in my hand " Beware, forswear, replace the old with brand new hair."

We went to a mirror and her hair had become long and beautifully curly.

"Wow," I said, "You almost don't notice your...other features anymore!"

Jane point to my neck and said, "THAT did THIS? Do my nose."

I cleared my throat and said, "Oh, I can't. I've been practicing but I can't really do big magic. Not like your mom and her wand! I mean, one swoosh with that thing and you could probably have whatever features you wanted."

"She doesn't do that anymore." Jane sighed. "She believes the real magic is in the books, and not the spell books. Regular books with history and stuff."

Mal said, "What a rip."

Jane softly said, "Yeah..."

"You know," I said, "she used that magic on Cinderella, who wasn't even her own daughter. She loves you, doesn't she?"

"Well, of course she does." Jane replied. "It-It's just, you know, tough love. 'Work on the inside, not the outside' that sort of thing."

"That face!" Mal said, pointing at Jane's sad face. "There, yeah, and then just look as if your-as if your heart is about to break."

I imitated. "Oh, mother, I just don't understand why you can't make me beautiful too!"

Jane said, "Do you think that would work?"

"Yeah," Mal said, "I mean, it's what ol' Cindy did, right? And then your mom bibbidi-bobbidi-boo'd the living daylights out of her."

"And hey," I said, "If your mom ever does decide to break out the old wand, invite us, okay?"

Jane said, "If I can convince Mom, you're SO there!"

Mal and I cheered, "Yay!"

Jane whispered, "Bye."

Mal said, "Bye."

I said, "Bye bye."