I use to beg my mom all the time to read me the story about the fairy prince and his people. She would sigh, but pull out the book and started taking me into a world of magic. I still remember her voice rising when the prince was engaged in battle and winning. She would whisper when the prince whispered and celebrated when the prince did. The story was never boring when she was reading it. That was when I was five years old.
A year after, my mom died of an unknown disease that slowly took her life away until she finally went to sleep and never woke up again. Before she died though, she gave me her necklace which was simple but immensely eye-catching. The necklace could have not been made by human hands, but by fairies, but apparently in this world, fairies aren't real. I already had no father, considering he abandoned my mother when she was still pregnant with me. I was put in an orphanage for three years until they finally found out who my father was and contacted him. He turned out to be a multibillionaire becoming a trillionaire and hasn't been with anybody since my mom. I didn't know what to say to this considering I have always imagine my dad to be a poor, drunk guy who left my mom for a prostitute he found on the streets. Another shocking thing is that once he heard of me, he immediately tried to get hold of me and claim me. Claim me… The daughter who he had never seen or heard of before. Of course, I was just happy to get out of that orphanage because all the kids made fun of me because of my hair.
You are probably wondering why people made fun of my hair and imagining it to be like brown or black or some other natural color. Well… My hair is actually pink, strawberry pink. Don't ask me how I was born with it considering my mom had blackish red hair and my dad was platinum blonde. I think you can figure this one out. I really wish though I had inherited my mom's hair instead of this gruesome lurid pink… It's freaking bright pink… not a dark pink like magenta or anything like that. It's like pastel neon pink. At least, in the best way possible… It coordinates with my green eyes making me seemingly like a bright cheerful person. Wrong. After my mom died, I became a little bit dark and gothic… Okay… Majorly dark and gothic.
Well, even though I got teased for that, overnight I became a poor girl who was an orphan to a billionaire with a father. Suddenly, I was popular and everybody wants to be my friend.
….
….Screw them.
They were not there for me when I needed them nor did they ever stop the teasing. Some of those "so called" friends are the same ones who's been teasing me. When I shun them after they tried being my friends, they quit trying and went back to teasing me mercilessly about my hair
God how I hate these ignorant low life idiotic brats. I had to deal with them for the rest of my school life. Well, I finally graduated and I'm now a college student. This is where I made my true friends. You remember those fairies I was telling you about?
Well… They're real and I'm their princess.