OK! Here's another story for all you people out there that actually want to read them. Alright, I based this new story off a movie I just watched a little while ago. It's called Ever After. I really recommend it for those who haven't seen it. The beginning of the movie is a little different than my story. Instead of it being her great granddaughter telling the story, it's someone else…
Anyways on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight Saga or Ever After. I do own Vivian Marsh though.
(Author's, mine, P.O.V.)
Three people sat in a small, heavily decorated room. Two men and an older woman. The two men sat across from the women. Their notebooks were open, pens at the ready.
The women herself was quite short. Only reaching at least 5'1. Her graying hair was short and put in an orderly fashion. Her clothes were obviously of higher designs, and she had a spark of life in her bright blue eyes.
In the corner of the room sat a large painting of a beautiful young lady, no more than 20 years of age. She had her eyes cast downwards and her thick mahogany hair fell around her creating a picturesque moment. A slight smile played at her lips.
"Mrs. Whitlock," began one of the men, "please tell us your story you so highly speak of."
"Patience, young one. Now, I hear you men write fairytales. I have a story that fits perfectly to a description of one of your own. You named the story Cinderella, I do believe. If you really want a fairytale in true life…then here it goes." Mrs. Whitlock took a deep breath.
"How do you begin your stories? Ah, yes, I remember. Once upon a time…" then all three entered a world no one thought actually could happen but was in fact only one of a fairytale.
Ok. I know the first chappie is short, but its only the Preface, or prologue. Don't worry though! My chapters are going to be long, and if they arent long enough tell me. Reviews are welcomed!