Reality versus Fairytales
"Only love can break a curse" -Alex Flinn
What would you prefer: A life of fairytales and happy endings that is practically part of a dream or a life being unfair but true? Her parents let her grow up in a typical childhood life of fairytale but as she grows older, she begins to realize life wasn't just fair enough to prove happy endings. When will her prince comes and prove her that life depends on how we live it? Or will it come?
Life for me wasn't so fair. That practically started when my parents died in a plane crash on their way home from a business trip. Their accidental deaths brought me to reality that life wasn't exactly as fairytales. Yes, my parents used to pamper me with their undying episodes of Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and Snow White. Now, I'm stucked in this ungrateful life being a halftime maid, halftime student in East High and practically, the center eye of player slash bully slash asshole slash prince of East High-the none other than Troy Bolton.
But me, I am the center bully slash geek slash stepsister of East High Ice Queen, Sharpay. Sharpay denies me as her sister but how much do I really care? Not quite... I hate her too as much as I hat her mom. They made me clean the house all the time, prepare their food and even do thing crazier that you have in mind.
Now, I am lying in my bed, trying to finish a book I've been trying to finish but is always getting interrupted with yet another order for Derby and Sharpay, the villains of my unhappy, quite realistic and imperfect life everyone would regret to have. I just wished I was born as a princess so my life wouldn't be this hard... like in this book I'm currently reading, 'A kiss in time' by Alex Flinn. Yes, the main character was a princess who have been sleeping for almost three hundred years.
I just hope a prince like Jack will come and save me from this unworthy life. It wasn't just fair but it was so deceitful. Living with Sharpay and her delirious mother is such a heavy punishment and painful torture for me. It's like I'll be trapped in this life forever. Oh, God... No, I can't be trapped in this life.
"Gabriella!" I loud shriek was heard outside my dungeon-like room I used to call house. I dropped my book and folded a small mark in the end of the page I was reading. Groaning, I irritatedly got up from the foam that is either soft or hard. I slid the slippers in my feet and walked out my house.
I began to tie up my hair and turn to the corner as I fix button up my blouse. It was like everyday, I'm reading and they'll interrupt and order crazy things for me like paint their nails with rare colors. Isn't this life horrible? Do you want to live a life like this or be stucked in a fairytale? Maybe I'm in a fairytale... Either way, never mind. They're just making my mind hurt every time I think about this life.
"Gabriella," the certainly blond woman with big sunglasses in her eyes, wearing a pair of pink bikini, approached in front of me. This was none other than Sharpay. "Did you finished cleaning the pool?" she asked as she twitches her hair from her shoulder to her back, "I wanna go swimming." she added causing me for mentally roll my eyes.
"Cleaned it half an hour ago." I answered and frantically stares at her as if I wanna stab her with knives and daggers. She looked at me after staring at herself in another pink mirror she owns and disgracefully raised an eyebrow at me, "Do you have nothing better to do?" she snapped as she narrows her eyes as if wanting to kill me instantly, "I mean, you should be cleaning mom's nails now." she added as she steps backward.
"Of course," I said and walked pass her. She looked disappointed after I walked pass her because I just stepped out on her. A good start to get crazy and... rebellious.
Strolling down the lawn, I found my aunt sitting in her usual spot-apparently wearing some kind of shorts and white top-reading another volume of her favorite magazine. I slowly walked nearer to her with a basket of nail cleaning tools and necessities in my hand. "Care for a little nail cleaning, madam?" I asked as she turned her gaze at me. Lowering her magazine from her face, I can see a few blemishes in her skin.
"Of course," she said and led out her hand for me to start cleaning it.
"Uh, auntie," I called for the first time in thirty minutes of cleaning both of her hand realizing she was silent. I didn't want to look up because her first rule in her house hold mansion, 'you mustn't look upon her dark eyes when she's higher than yours.' Take it literal and you'll get it. Weird? I know but that's her... I don't even know where she and her freaky slash sassy slash Ice Queen daughter get their weird ways of surviving lifestyle.
They barely eat dinner and only take lunch. They often pound on a bowl of chips while watching movie when they are quite scared. Auntie likes white and Sharpay is obsessed with pink. The only thing they are uncommon is all about food. Auntie is carnivorous and Sharpay is vegetarian. For the first time, I looked up and in my surprise, I accidentally fell on my ass in the grass of the lawns. Her mouth is open, her eyes are closed and she's snoring! God, I didn't hear that...
As I was mopping the white marble tiled floor of the mansion that the Evans owned, I heard loud stumping footsteps ahead of me. I already knew who would that be... "Gabriella," Sharpay called in her sharpest voice causing me to wince in pain as my eardrums shattered. I looked up and slowly got up, tugging the wet dirty towel in my small palms. She walked around me and looked at my face, "You better start arranging my birthday party before my actual birthday comes. I invited lots of famous people. Like celebrities and of course, my boyfriend." she explained.
Boyfriend? Since when did she had a boyfriend? In my whole life of living in their property, she don't mentioned any boyfriend of hers. "Since when did you have a boyfriend?" I asked and she laughed hard at that. "What do you think of me? Do I look like an ugly maid like you that can't even afford to buy scrappy pants?" she snarled at me.
"I mean-" I started but she interrupted me, "If you're jealous, better be cause you'll never get a boyfriend... ever." she said and stumped away from me. Is that part of being a prisoner here? That I can't have a boyfriend... that would be practically insane, totally.
I admit that I am prettier than that woman who never gets rid of pink like her mom who never gets rid of white. I have brains and I am a lot prettier than her. All she ever cared about is her fantasy baby Troy Bolton... Wait, what? Troy Bolton... maybe she's acting that she's in a serious relationship with that biggest player and biggest loser.
Let me tell you something about Troy Bolton. Aside from the player slash bully slash asshole slash prince of East High. He's a big loser, get's low mark, practically D and C. If he failed, he'll get kicked off the team which his father is actually the coach. He didn't pay much attention on girls and grades but all her cared is basketball (twenty-four/seven), sex and friends. Since when did Troy Bolton got interested in Sharpay?
Sharpay is a big loser. She's barely passing her subjects and with a miracle, she got a high grade in Gym Class with the help of Troy Bolton. She's focusing in her sharp eardrum shattering voice because all she talk about is Julliard-the best school of performing arts in New York City. She also dated boy from the football team, soccer team and even on in the basketball team but that relationship didn't last for at least thirty minutes. You could say it harsh because Sharpay is way too harsh on people, especially me.
For this day, I could be Cinderella.
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