Snow White
Gilbert was a very energetic child. He enjoyed most sports, mostly football, as it was his father's favourite sport. He also enjoyed climbing trees, running in fields, swinging on the swing sets, and balancing on monkey bars. With this much energy, you could only imagine how excited he was to learn that he and his little brother were moving somewhere that had plenty of fields and trees for him to run around, as well as a huge lake he could swim in, and there were gardens so big that he could do those things in the movies, running through bushes and be surrounded by flying petals. This was all amazing.
However, the car ride was not the most fun part of the journey.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
...
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Gilbert."
...
"Are we-"
"Gilbert, you'll know we're there when you see the big house with plants all over it, okay?"
"Woah! Our house has plants all over it?"
"No. That is our neighbour's house. Their house is just more noticeable."
"Awwwwww!"
Gilbert slumped into his seat, crossing his arms. He took a brief glance towards his little brother, Ludwig, who was quietly playing with his toy soldiers. Sometimes Gilbert envied his patience. The boy was usually calm, quiet, patient, and had a strong mind. He didn't let other's convince him otherwise on anything, once he's got a firm belief of it. Maybe, instead of firm mind, stubborn would be a better word, but one would assume it was the polite way to be stubborn.
To pass his time, Gilbert watched the scenery through his window, everything flying by in a blur of colour. There were trees, and more trees, then even more trees- oh look, a meadow! And then, trees once more.
The only moment Gilbert became fully entranced by the outside beauty is when they passed the exact house his father had mentioned. Instead of a creepy, old, haunted house that Gilbert had thought of, it was a gorgeous mansion, towering high, blocking the sun so well from the car as they passed by. There were vines encircling the windows, and you could see passed them, a dinning table fully set, with a chandelier hanging elegantly over it. There was a man there, who looked stalky, had a greying beard, and wore expensive clothes, chained, oval glasses hanging around his neck. He was reading a book at the table, occasionally writing something down from whatever he picked up.
The moment Gilbert looked at another window, he was only able to get a short glimpse. His father had interrupted his entrancement.
"We're here boys! This is home."
Gilbert looked at the house, but didn't feel very excited about it. In fact, his interest in moving had already gone out the window. He saw something better. It was only a glimpse, a short one, but he remembered the milky skin and red lips clearly, as well as the short, raven black hair. He was sure of what he saw.
"Pa? I think I just saw Snow White."