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The Fairest of Them All

So it was for 'The fairest of them all'. Her destiny was to be the poor, naive Princess whom everyone loved by everyone that is except the Wicked Queen). And her magic was her smile. For when she smiled everything around her seemed to be beautiful and good. You really couldn’t help liking someone like that. And it didn’t take much to make her smile either....

Still, she couldn't afford to be late for class.

The wicked Queen, on the other hand, never smiled. She never had. Grinned? yes. Smirked, leered, even sneered, but never smiled. And now having been told by the magic mirror that there was in fact someone more beautiful than she, the chance of her ever smiling became a bitter laugh.

"Maybe I'll turn her into a frog?" the wicked Queen said to the room in general, while her steel-hard fingernails drummed a tattoo on the tabletop. "why the way she leaps up those stairs each day for class, she has perfect legs for a frog!"
The face in the mirror made no comment.
"hmm. But then again, if she were a frog, she could simply leap out of the pond at the very first passing prince and be saved. Princes these days seem to have nothing better to do than wander around the countryside looking for cursed little princesses!"
It was at this moment that an unsuspecting fly flew in through the window and landed on the large bowl of fruit in the middle of the table. The wicked Queen watched it with amusement, quietly turning thoughts over in her mind.
"Perhaps I should simply poison her with an apple? The old fashioned way. Classic. With style - old lady selling bright shiny red apples..." she said as she flicked the dead fly onto the floor.

It was just then, as 'The fairest of them all' arrived at the top of the tower and knocked on her classroom door, that the queen had her most brilliant plan.