Chapter one White horse
I had just sat down on the old beat up couch to watch "Tristan and Isolde" with my best friend Aice. About 15minutes into the movie the boy and the girl fell in love. It was so romantic, the way he looked at her with his chocolate brown eyes....
"Why can't a guy look at me like that?" Alice said as she interrupted my thoughts.
"Because it's a fairytale!"
"That's true…but…."
"No! No buts! Its made up! Not real! I don't want to be mean but… have you ever seen a movie that was totally true that had a fairy tale ending or ever beginning? It never happens in real life that's why reality is so hard."
After that Alice said nothing. We went on watching the movie, till we got to the ending, Isolde wanted Tristan to runaway with her but he had to and be the hero and save her by letting her go by herself. Grrr that made me so mad! Then the girl came back and her lover got stabbed in front of her and he ended up dieing!
"NO!!!!!" Alice and I screamed at the same time.
Ok so maybe not a fairytale ending. Tears started to fill my eyes I was ashamed to cry over a silly movie.
"It was so romantic and he was really hot!" Alice said trying to hide her tears. Danny was never the person to cry. The only times I have seen her cry was during "Titanic" and "Romeo and Juliet". Those were truly sad movies.
"Yea I guess your right! He was really hot!" I admitted.
As I turned off the movie, Alice w one of her favorite movies; Cinderella. I remembered it instantly with prince Charming and the Fairy god mother. I knew she would want to watch it!
"OMG! I need cheering up! Can we watch it? Pleeease?" She gave me those Alice puppy eyes and who could resist that?
I nodded with out saying a word. As we watched the princess and the prince get married and ride of into the sunset on their white horse, something came to me.
"Who came up with this? I mean it couldn't be a guy because of the ideal figure that this story is setting! It must be so hard to live with these expectations to live up to. Seriously Prince Charming!
"I guess. But it gives girls something to dream about. Like stars, mysterious, bright and full of questions. Fairy tales have happy endings but different plots." The way Alice said this was like an old wise man. Her eyes sparkled with wisdom and curiosity.
As Alice left I had time to think about the prince and princess and the ending of stories. Then I realized I'm not a princess. No one's my prince and no one is going to carry me off into the sunset on a white horse in a wedding dress.