To anyone that reads this: please understand that this is the first time I have written a story that I am posting, and that I don't usually write stories. In addition, this has not been beta-ed (I don't know if I spelled that correctly), so please tell me if there are any errors or if something doesn't make sense and I will fix it. Please feel free to review.

You see, I had a teacher once. Of course, there is nothing peculiar about that, now-a-days everybody has had teachers, in fact, most usually have at least twelve years worth of teachers, so there is nothing particularly strange about have a teacher in all that time. In fact, there was nothing particularly unique about this teacher. Mr. Smith was his name. He was a middle-aged man, hair starting to grey, getting a little chubby, and single. He had been married once. They had had a daughter together, but had later divorced. He was also very "normal," so normal in fact that I don't even remember what subject he taught. However, as is needed to be considered truly "normal" he had a quirk. Now, I'm not sure if he really believed this and just pretended that he didn't, or if he was simply trying to keep the class amused, but he would constantly be searching for a princess when we went on fieldtrips. Whenever we would pass a tower he would yell up "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, are you there?" and when there would be no response he would just shrug and say "must be the wrong tower" or "must be sleeping" or something else of the sort. And when we passed the cemetery he would call in "Oh dwarves, may a taker her away, may I take away the faire Snow White?" and again he would shrug, give some response, and continue as before.

Now here my story gets sketchy, because I only heard this second hand. You see, Mr. Smith had a daughter. I heard she was very beautiful, but that she didn't live with her father and rarely talked with him. Apparently he found her one day lying on a park bench, so he went to wake her in his usual fashion. He went up to her and asked "Dear Princess, have you pricked your finger or bitten the apple?" at which point he kissed her forehead to wake her up.

Some people say that she had fallen asleep there the previous evening and died on that bench from the cold, the people who believe that go on to say that after this Mr. Smith either lost his mind from grief or was sent to prison on assumed murder charges. Other people say that she was merely playing along with her father and so replied in some manner to his question. Those that claim this was what happened say that the girl had argued with her mother and had decided to move in with her father, after which he had moved so that he could send her to a better school. Either way, Mr. Smith does not teach at that school anymore, and nobody really knows where he is.

Any thoughts, comments, anything? If so, please post them! Thank you for reading.