Isle of the Lost

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had arrived.
    “Evie, sweetie! So glad you could make it!” Mal said, throwing her arms theatrically around the girl and giving her a giant and fake embrace. “We’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven! Want to play?”
    “Uh, I don’t know,” said Evie, looking around the party nervously.
    “It’ll be a scream,” said Mal. “Come on, you want to be my friend, don’t you?”
    Evie stared at Mal. “You want
me
to be your friend?”
    “Sure—why not?” Mal led her to the closet door and opened it.
    “But doesn’t a boy go in here with me?” Evie asked as Mal shoved her inside the storage room. For someone castle-schooled, Evie sure knew her kissing games.
    “Did I say Seven Minutes in Heaven? No, you’re playing
Seven Minutes in Hell
!” Mal cackled; she couldn’t help it. This was going to be so much fun.
    The crowd around the hallway had scattered in fear after it was clear Mal had no interest in having other people join the game—or Evie—inside the locked room.
    But Carlos remained standing, his face as white as the tips of his hair. “Mal, what are you doing?”
    “Playing a dirty trick—what does it
look
like I’m doing?”
    “You can’t leave her in there! Remember what happened to us?” he asked, motioning angrily to his leg, which had two distinct white scars on the calf.
    “I do!” Mal said gleefully. She wondered why Carlos was so concerned about Evie. It wasn’t as if they’d been taught to care about other people.
    But Carlos soon made clear that he wasn’t being altruistic. “If she’s not able to get out on her own, I’m going to have to clean up the mess! And my mother will freak out! You can’t leave her in there!” he whispered fiercely, anxiety about Cruella’s punishment written all over his face.
    “Fine, go get her,” said Mal with a sly smile on
her
face, knowing full well that he wouldn’t.
    Carlos quaked in his scuffed loafers. Mal knew there was nothing he wanted to do less than go back in there again. He remembered all too well what had happened to him and Mal in sixth grade.
    There was a scream from behind the door.
    Mal wiped her hands. “You want her out? You get her out.” Her job was done.
    Her evil scheme had worked. This was going to be a real howler.

T he first thing Evie thought when the door unceremoniously closed with a bang behind her was that she had worn her prettiest dress for nothing. She had been looking forward to the party all day, had run home to go through every outfit in her closet, holding up dress after dress to see which shade of blue looked best. Azure? Periwinkle? Turquoise? She had settled on a dark midnight-blue lace mini-dress and matching high-heeled boots. She’d been extremely late to the party, as her mother had insisted on giving her a three-hour makeover.
    Not that it mattered, because she was now locked in a closet alone. She wasn’t just imagining it—Mal really
was
out to get her, most likely for not having been invited to Evie’s birthday party when they were six years old. But it wasn’t as if it was her fault! Evie’d been just a kid. It had been her mother who hadn’t wanted Mal at the party for some reason. Mal couldn’t hold it against
her
, could she? Evie sighed. Of course she could. Evie still remembered the hurt and anger on six-year-old Mal’s face, looking down from the balcony. Evie supposed that she’d probably feel the same way—not that she could see it from Mal’s point of view, or anything.
There’s no
me
in empathy,
as Mother Gothel liked to say.
    In the end, Evil Queen probably should have dropped her grudge against Maleficent and invited her daughter to the celebration. It certainly hadn’t been fun being cooped up in their castle for ten years. Evie wasn’t even sure why her mother had decided that now was a safe time to leave; but so far, other than Evie being locked in this closet at the moment, nothing too bad had happened. Yet.
    Besides, the darkness of the closet didn’t

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