Mary Margret sat at the small table in her apartment, next to the window. It was late on a chilly night, and she had just made herself a cup of hot coco with some cinnamon, she smiled sadly at the cup, knowing that most people didn't appreciate the cinnamon after taste. She was wearing her white pajamas, near ready for bed, and she had a gray blanket draped over her shoulders, sort of a makeshift night gown. Mary Margret pushed a lock of her short jet black hair behind her ear, and looked out the window into the distance.
Mary Margret saw the old clock tower. As long as she could remember, the clock hadn't moved, and for whatever reason, when ever she looked at it, Mary Margret would feel this rush of emotion. The clock had this ability to make her sad, angry, depressed and a variety of unpleasant feelings. Mary Margret couldn't remember a time the clock had wronged her. Perhaps it was because of the Mayor. "Heh, or should I say Madame Mayor" Mary Margret thought, remembering how the Mayor had told the town she preferred it. "Probably because her real name is so atrocious Madame Mayor sounds better." Mary Margret immediately blushed, she may not like the Mayor but that didnt call for her being so mean, even in her own thoughts. For Mary Margret maybe the clock tower was a representation of how the Mayor seemed to keep the town the same. No changes in policy, government, nothing. Sometimes it seemed more like The Mayor thought herself a Queen, "And an Evil one at that," Mary Margret took a sip of her Coco, then got up from the table.
The day had been rough. Henry had been teased again. The Mayors son was so sweet, but he was also very much a loner and seemed… distant. Mary Margret had tried a few different strategies to get him out of his shell. One of the reasons she had become a teacher in the first place was because of her maternal nature. She always treated her students like her own children, feeling like she already was a mother, a feeling she guessed most teachers began to feel after teaching for awhile. Having the kids in her classes curbed her want for a child, as did the fact she hadn't found a man yet. Even though Mary Margret would say she didn't believe in love at first sight, she did hope to one day meet her Prince Charming, and have her own Fairy Tale.
Wait. That could be it. Mary Margret made her way across the apartment. She searched her bookshelf and found the large leather bound book. It was old and dusty, but it was one of her favorites. A book full of Fairytales. Beauty and the Beast, Alice in Wonderland, the Wizard of Oz. And her favorite, Snow White. Henry was smart, and he loved reading. Maybe they could connect if she gave him this book. If he liked it, she would be able to get through to him. Mary Margret curled up on the couch, the book on her lap. Opened it up to her favorite story and began reading…"Once Upon a Time…."