My name is Red Ridinghood, yep that's my name. Well, not mine but my great, great, great, great ,great, great, great, great grandmother's name. If your wondering, yes that very same Red Ridinghood that was tricked by the Big Bad Wolf. Getting on to the point, my mother is making me go to school. Not a normal school, like you would go to but one for storybook characters...well you get the point...

Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Did I step on a witch's toe? Did I make a deal with a troll? Did I steal a goat from a ogre? No, I don't recall doing any of those so I must be born with bad luck. Well, no joke either. The whole Ridinghood family is cursed with bad luck. Why? You may ask? Well, we are related to Hansel and Gretel and when they throw that damn witch into that oven. Before, she burned to death she put a curse on their WHOLE family. Not just their side but my side,too.

I practice what I would say to people at Fairswood Academy. So far, not working out.

"Red!" Mother called from down the steps.

"Coming!" I yelled over my shoulder. Grabbing my suitcase and my large duffel bag I ran out my room and down the stairs.

"Come on Red! You are going to miss your flight!" I heard my mother again irratation slipping into her voice.

"Okay! I am coming!" I yelled as I came down the steps.

My mother came over, grabbed my suitcase, lifted it up, and took it out.

"Don't forget your hood!" I heard my dad yell at me from the Livingroom. Of course I would not, its the only thing I like that actually represents that I am a Ridinghood.

"I won't!" I yelled taking a deep breath. Heading out of the house, I grabbed my red hood and made my way to the car that my mother sat waitingly in.

"Good, now you won't be late."

I nodded only hoping I would not get sick during the plane ride. I hated heights.