Okay, see before I start you need to understand something.
I'm probably the last person to really ever take fairytales seriously, I was one of those people who never would have believe man had been on the moon unless they actually had taken pictures. Yeah, sure I read those sappy love stories just like every other teen girl on the planet, Pride and Predujuice, Romeo and Juliet, Twilight, but for me, true love was something that existed only in books, no more real then glass slippers that never broke; something that existed solely for the purpose of filming a chick- flick with an actual plot. I'd never seen it, so it didn't exist.
I knew the Prince Charmings were strictly reserved for slender blondes or curvy brunettes who never lost their childhood innocence and enjoyed reading Shakespeare on the lakeside while munching on non-buttered popcorn.
Yet, little did I know, what I was in for, wasn't precisely your fairy tale Prince Charming, or really, anything along those lines. Maybe thats why I didn't run away when I had the chance.
So when Christmas break was over, I went back to school, void of any resolutions but to lose a couple pounds of my stomach, prepared for the mindless oblivion that was 4th period English. Not prepared for anything that next 7 months would throw at me.
