I met prince charming when I was 11. He was perfect. Good looking, intelligent, athletic & fabulously wealthy. He was everything a girl could ever wish for. On dreamy mornings when the weather is just right, and the sun is nowhere in sight, all I could think of was the two of us kissing in the rain.
Everybody liked him, they wanted to be around him. You can just imagine all the cheerleaders trying to bag him. I was a nobody, a transferee from another school. I made a couple of friends, all of which are none existent like me to the nobility population. They say there are only 2 kinds of girls, the cheerleaders and the nerds. Imagine my agony not belonging to any of the two. Yep, I am with the rest of “everbody else” category. Folks with standard lives, allowable looks, run of the mill intelligence & middle class earning. We were the corners basking in their bright light as they pass the corridor of this fearful world called high school.
Don’t worry, there’s a happy segment to this tale of mine - I was Cinderella. I never deemed it possible but he noticed me, and soon enough we were a couple. Envision the load of angry eyes on me every day, every month, every year. It was the best 8 years of my life. Suddenly high school wasn’t so bad, and college was even better. He was true to his title Prince Charming. He truly swept me off my feet, he turned me into a princess, his princess.
I thought it will last forever … but it didn’t. Every fairy tale has an evil step mother. Mine came as his mother. The queen disapproves of this peasant girl being the wife of the future king. So she made him choose, and he chose the throne. THE END.
Not all Fairy Tales have a happy ending.
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