Summary: A Goldilocks rewrite. Goldilocks runs away due to some...bad...treatment. Going to the three bears house could have been one of her worst mistakes, or the best.

Author's Note: Wow needless to say I'm bad at summaries, but at least there's one person who I know will read this (yes it's you LonelyZoner). Anyway, this is something I had started a few months ago, when I was trying to get into writing short stories, and when I saw the fairy tales section of FanFiction, I was like "Let's Post it!!" Since this is my first one be nice duckies!

Goldilocks

There once was a girl named Goldilocks. She had beautiful golden yellow hair but she was too beautiful. Her mother was jealous of her and made Goldilocks work day and night. Her father loved her beauty too much and raped her, selling her body to his friends to show her off. Many thought her too proud, when she was only scared to speak out, causing more people to hate her profusely.

Goldilocks was not happy.

At the young age of ten she decided to run away. She packed her meager belongs together many times, but it took her four more years to build up the courage to actually leave. She stole some food, grabbed her own shaggy coat and left.

She became a nomad, and she worked for her food when it ran out. She always hid her face and didn't stay long enough to make friends.

She didn't want to trust anyone.

In her mind all people were the same. It made her seem quite vain, but it was true, everyone would only look at her beauty and were lost to the real person inside. They would hate her with a passion or try to make her theirs using any possible method available.

And the worst part of it was is that she was still quite attractive, no longer in a little girl way, but womanly handsome. In the two years that she had lived the nomadic life she had lost all of her baby fat from her father overfeeding her (although she really didn't have all that much since her mother didn't feed her). Her body, even though it was a little thin, was quite shapely and muscular in an endearing way. Her bosom had grown to a rather large size and could not be hidden even by Goldilocks' new thick coat she had bought herself throughout her travels.

Her face, which even she had not seen since the day she had left her house, was still quite lovely. The only thing that one would have found disagreeable in Goldilocks was her eyes. They were large and blue, but that is not where the problem lies. For in the depths where one would expect to find innocence there was only a deep distrust and hatred of all things human.

On one wintery day, Goldilocks was walking down a long path. She was cold and hungry, for her food had run out the day before. This wasn't something new to Goldilocks, on the contrary she was always a little hungry, but today someone had seen her face, and she had had to run out of the village. They had, unfortunately, taken the hate route and accused her of being a witch in disguise. On top of that, she didn't even get paid for her work the day before. So Goldilocks was in bad spirits and kicking herself for forgetting to lock the inn's door before she went to sleep.

As she was walking, the path split in two. She decided to go to the forest path for fear that the villagers had sent someone to look for her. She also wanted to find something to quench the rumblings of her ever sounding stomach.

As she took the few steps into the forest it seemed that she was plunged into darkness. Something felt wrong about this forest, but since she couldn't put her finger on it, she kept on going.

In the woods the trees grew so close together, that she couldn't see the sun to tell if it was day or not, so Goldilocks decided to keep walking until she saw a good place to camp. She kept going for a long time, but suddenly the path disappeared. She turned around to see if, in her tiredness, had accidentally walked off the path, but there was no path there either.

She ran.

You might think that that was a very stupid thing to do, but keep in mind Goldilocks had never gotten lost. She always kept to the path, and that always got her to her destination. So when there was no path Goldilocks felt very scared. At the end of her strength she collapsed. And only then she knew why the forest had felt so strange.

It was silent.

There were no bird singing, no squirrels playing, just silence. In that instance Goldilocks felt alone. She had always loved animals, and they in turn had always loved her. She had never had to hide her face from them; it made no difference, because, between you and me, all animals think us humans are very ugly creatures. So when she realized her animals were not there she began to cry.

After she was done having her little fit, though, she saw smoke rising up from someplace close to where she was laying. Using sheer force of will she commanded her aching legs to walk. She stumbled and finally made it to the house.

It was nothing special. It seemed like any other little cottage that she had passed over the years, but something was pushing her inside. In retrospect it was probably just her hunger, or her sleepiness, but Goldilocks didn't really care.

She went to knock on the door, but found that it was open. She walked in and met with the most superb sight. On the table were three bowls of porridge. She went straight for the biggest bowl, but before even lifting the spoon she remembered her manners. She decided to only eat from the smallest bowl and pay for it later. She ate quickly stuffing everything in her mouth and even licking the bowl.

For her still aching legs she went and sat in one of the chairs. She was nodding of to sleep, but before she could she decided to go find a bed. She went straight for the smallest once again since the other ones were neatly made. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

Chapter one Done! Yay!!!