Disclaimer: don't own snow white.
A/N: Okay this is based on a modern version of Snow white and the seven dwarfs that we wrote in drama, only the cast had so many adult jokes about it that we couldn't use (it was a play for children) so I decided to write a story about it.
Chapter One
I lay in my room, angry, frustrated tears running down my cheeks. It was always times like this that I felt like I'd never belong, like I'd always be alone and feel like nothing was mine.
That was how I felt as I looked around my room, but it didn't feel like my room. The walls were blank, and a creamy white colour, which I hated with a passion. It was so plain, so boring, so unlike me. The only items in my room were boxes, all piled on top of each other. I'd opened a couple and a few items of clothing rested on my floor. My bed was also in the corner, but its mattress was bare, its covers hidden somewhere in a box. So I was lying on the floor, wrapped in a shawl that I had found in a box, feeling completely alone. I was supposed to be unpacking, but I didn't see the point, after all we'd be moving again soon anyway.
That's why I always felt so alone, my dad was a businessman, and always moved around so that I had to change schools, and towns a lot, which made making friends hard. No not hard, impossible. I had no friends because I was never in one place for long enough to get to know people, or for them to know me.
12th May 2005
Okay, it's me. Of course it's me, who else would write in my diary other than me? Now, like I always do when I move house, I decide to start a fresh. New place, new page of my life. Or more, new page of my diary. Hi I'm Stella white and I'm a sixteen-year-old teenager. My mother died when I was born, and since then it's just been me and my dad. He's a businessman, which means we move around a lot. In fact this is the fourteenth school I've been to in the past six years. That means this is the fourteenth time I've written this introduction to my life…
Why do I do this? Why do I start again every time? Is it because I'm lonely? Or because I really want things to change and things to be different? Every time I write this I always hope it will be the last time, but it never is…
"Stella!" my dad called out, and I ran down to the kitchen where he was.
"Hi pumpkin." He greeted, smiling broadly. "I was about to order a pizza for dinner, what do you think of that?"
"Oh, I don't mind." I murmured, but his face fell, so I smiled weakly. "Sounds great dad, can we have bacon on it?"
He smiled again. "Of course princess."
So dad ordered the pizza and forty-five minutes later it arrived and we were eating pizza in the living room, on the floor because our dining table was still in pieces in a box somewhere.
"So, how's the unpacking going?" Dad asked, trying to make conversation.
"Okay," I said. "But there's no rush to unpack. I mean, it'll be easier next time we move if all my stuff's still in a box, right?"
"Stella!" My dad said, sounding annoyed.
'What?" I snapped angrily. "I hate this, why do we have to move around every three seconds?"
"We'll be staying here for a while." He replied, trying to comfort me.
"That's what you always say, but then we move again." I replied, tears forming in my eyes. I then got up and ran up to my bedroom, where I lay on the floor for a while. I heard my dad knock on the door, but I ignored it, and when he opened the door I pretended to be asleep.
"Stella?" My dad said and stood there for a while waiting for me to reply. 'I know you hate moving, but I promise we'll be here for a while." He continued when I didn't reply, knowing I was still awake. "Well, get some sleep sweetie, we're going to meet your new principal tomorrow morning. I love you Stella."
Then dad closed the door, leaving me alone in the dark. I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling for ages. Tomorrow I would meet my new principal, and see my new school. It'll be like every other school I've been to. There'll be smart people, and nice people, and nervous people, and teacher's pets (they're the people that I usually end up hanging out with) and then the people obsessed with their looks, druggies, Goths, and the 'cool' people who treat everyone like they're below them. And then there's all the people that aren't in the generalised groups, the people that are true individuals. When you really think about it, no one fits into these categories properly, because no one's the same as someone else.
I wondered about the principal. What will they be like? Probably like every other principal. A strict, yet kind looking man or woman wearing a suit and smiling kindly a lot, saying they can be your friend, yet try to be scary, and sometimes are, when you're in trouble or have broken some kind of rule.
Yep, my new school, Queen High, will be exactly like every other school I've been to.
Okay, this chapter was short, and doesn't really sound like snow white, but it will, and this is only an introduction chapter. It will get better I promise. Please review people; I'd like to know how it sounds so far.