Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Bad’s POV

I was just about to put the muffins I made into the oven when the queen approached me. I put the muffins in the oven and prepared it and then faced the queen. I went into a deep bow and said, “What can I do for you your Majesty?” she said “You don’t have to call me that Danielle. Just call me (insert name).” 

“Once you call me by my name I will.” I whispered. You see, I have slight sociophobia. Being called Bad or Badgirlhalo comforts me. I really don’t like my name since it brings back horrible memories of my previous home. The queen insists that unless I give the full reason for why I don’t want to be called Danielle, she will keep calling me that. “Anyway, some new people came who need healing. You are the best healer we have, and they are in desperate need of healing.” She said. Knowing I wouldn’t turn down helping someone, she left, and I followed her. Morphing into my true form, I had to be careful not to mess up any of the torches. See, I’m 7’4, and the torches on the wall are pretty low on the walls. As we enter the room, I get a good look at the people. They were all girls. One had dirty blonde hair. A broken mask lay on the shelf next to the bed. Another had golden blonde hair similar to the last girl's hair. Another had half black half white hair and her skin was the same except the colors were switched. The last one was dark-skinned with dark brown hair that ended in a diamond shade of cyan. She also had a patch of skin surrounding her right eye that was the same shade of cyan. She looked familiar. Then I remembered. Zoey.
Flashback
I was crying behind of a bush. Momma was mean. What was so bad about being okay with someone not liking the same gender or not being their original? Or being a part of them? I heard footsteps nearby. Was it Momma?I was scared. I started to cry more. Suddenly a girl around my age was next to me. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Mhm." I said.
"I'm Zoey, but I prefer to be called Skeppy. You?"
"Danielle. That's also my Momma's name."
"Doesn't fit you. How about Badgirlhalo?" I liked the name. I nodded in response. Zoey grabbed my hand and took me to her place. Her mom was nice. She helped bandage up the bruises and cuts I got from Momma. When she asked what happened, Zoey told her I fell out of a tree. She seemed doubtful, but accepted the answer.