It felt like weeks, years, months, since i've been a sleep, until one day, someone had awoken me. After a few decade's, when I realised I had been kissed on the lips, and saved by the person who loved me for who I am.
And that person was Troy Bolton.
He was my prince, but something had changed.
Something happened.
Until, I was brought out of my thoughts, when I heard my name being called.
"Gabriella," I heard my mother call.
"What is it, mother?" I asked.
"Nothing," she replied, handling me a book.
"What is this?" I asked.
"It's the legend of snow white," she told me. "And I believe that you have apart of her living in side you."
"What?" I asked. "You think I am Snow White?"
"Yes," she answered. "Troy told me you were asleep for decades, until he retrieved your heart.
"But?" I asked
"I believe you," she sighed. "lived a thousand deaths."
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"You were born around the 1809," she told me. "The king and Queen were looking for you, until they knew that you weren't alive, but until this very day."
"But I thought you were my mother?" I asked her.
"I'm not your mother," she told me. 'Your mother and father died years ago, when they thought you had died from the poison apple."
"Oh," I just said, and ran upstairs.
Then I heard the sound of pipples being thrown at my window, and went out onto the terrace.
"Gabriella," he called up to me.
"What is it?" I asked. "I hope that you are not going to tell me that I'm the legend of Snow White too. I had enough of my mother telling me that."
"It's not about the legend," he replied, climbing up the fence and onto my balcony.
"Then what is it?" I asked.
"Mrs, Durbus wanted to know," he answered. "If you were still on for coming to school today."
"Oh," I just said.
"So," he asked. "Are you starting school today or what?"
"No," I answered. "Not until I've sorted this legendary thingy out."
"Okay,"
He left, as I went back into my bed room to read more about The Legend of Snow White.
As I began to read, I found myself looking at the figure in the picture.
Then I noticed that the figure was me.
"I'm Snow White," I whispered to myself, as I heard the knock on my door.
"You are," my mother told me. "You are Snow White."
"I've already stated that fact," I said to her. "And it was so obvious."
"'Obvious,'" she asked. "How 'obvious'?"
"Really obvious," I answered. "My mother tried to stop The Evil Queen, Freya,"
"You mean the one that lived years ago?" She asked.
"Yes," I replied. "I do mean that one. And partly, she's still alive."
"How can she be alive now?" She asked.
"Because she's still after me," I replied. "And she seeks revenge to kill me."
"Oh,"
I had to proofread this. And it confused me a little bit. But I think I've fixed the problem. And possibly in two days I'll post up a brand new chapter.