Karamella
Summary: Everytime I look into that storybook, I see the lines 'Once upon a time, there was...' And then, I wish I was the Once upon a time person in that book. That I could be a princess... my dream came true..
Her mum had always told her she was a very pretty little girl. I mean, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a name I loved so much: Karamella. Like Caramel, a delicious treat, only, different... the dream of many man who walked on earth. When I grew up, I began to notice this.
When I was 8, I always looked into this storybook full of fairytales. Now I realize it was kind of childish to do so. But everytime I look into that storybook, I see the lines 'Once upon a time, there was...' And then, I wish I was the Once upon a time person in that book. That I could be a princess, like my mom said I deserved to be... my dream came true...
One day, I walked down the street, and I saw this gorgeous shop full of shoes. I'm kind of like Carrie from Sex and the city, I have a huge shoe fetish!
So in I walked, my bright pink high heels clicking on the floor. When I walked up to the counter to demand assistance, as I had expected to have been given immediately in such a chique store as this one, an old lady suddenly popped up. She smield at me.
"Girl," asked she, as she took my hand. I winced. "You are her! You are the one they seek!"
I stared at her for a moment, then said bluntly: "I don't know what you're blabbin' 'bout."
Her excitement only grew and grew! She pulled me into the back smiling and laughing all the while.
After that, all I remember was a flash...
And when I woke, I was staring up at a halo of beautiful blonde hair, framing a face so preciously...
I fell in love instantly.