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Fairytale characters are real! They're immortal, famous, wealthy, pretty, and envied by everyone. Well not me, I think they're annoying. People treat them like they're gods, when they're just people. Sure they're immortal, they get the forever happy ending people dream of, but they're still people! They bleed the same red color blood that we do, as far as I know anyway.
"Emma!"
I cringed at the irritating sound of my foster sister Megan. Megan was the complete opposite of me in every way. She was a chatterbox, while I was the quiet type. She was really popular at home, and our foster parents adored her in every way. Megan was sure that our foster parents would adopt her, she was such a suck up. My foster sister had short black hair just to her shoulders, and light blue eyes, she had a perfect tan and a body figure that didn't make her look like she was 13. Hell she could pass off as a 15 or 16 year old easily with enough make-up, heals, and the right outfit.
As for me well I was pretty average. I had the typical unexciting body of a 13 year old girl. My long blonde hair could never be tamed so I gave up on that years ago and just leave it at its naturally curly self. I guess I could say that I do like my green eyes. They're pretty, some people have even said that my eyes reminded them of a green forest, weird but nice I guess.
"Emma!" Megan comes walking into our bedroom with a big grin on her face.
"What Meg, you know I'm in here getting ready for school. Why do you have to keep calling my name" I said bitterly. I wasn't a morning person. Looking at the mirror I take one last look at my outfit for the day. I wore my faded washed out jeans, a black shirt that said "Not a Fairytale Fan, and Proud of it". I grinned at my shirt, my foster family thought it was immature to use my chores allowance money on such a disrespectful shirt, but I liked it. I wore my favorite black boots that I saved up for through months of babysitting, and chores, as well as my favorite red leather jacket that I had personally paid for.
"Emma you can't be serious about wearing that shirt to school!" Megan said in disgust, ignoring my complaint from before.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh yes, because your outfit is much more appropriate for a 13 year old"
Megan was wearing a short red skirt, a white spaghetti strap top, and red matching heels. "Don't sound so old Emma, lots of girls our age wear stuff like this. There is more to fashion than just jeans and t-shirts you know" she argues with a huff.
I shake my head. "Whatever, what were you calling for me just moments ago for anyway?" I asked as I go to my twin size bed and grab my yellow backpack off my bed. Megan and I shared a room. It was an average size room, with two twin size beds. There were two desk in the room, Megan's was on the far right side of her bed. Her desk just inches away from the window view, there was another window on my side of the room where my desk sat, they were both wooden desk. To the right side of the room passed Megan's desk was a huge walk in closet where all of our clothes could fit, not that I had much like Megan. I wasn't really one for shopping, I liked comfort over fashion. Across from our beds was a nice big dresser that had a mirror, and on the left side of the room across from my desk in the corner was an oval shape mirror.
"Omg did you get the email from school? We have fairytale characters visiting our school today!" she squeals like a banshee.
My ears nearly felt like bleeding from the horrid sound. "Megan!" I yelled as I covered my ears. She rolled her eyes but thankfully stopped squealing. "Why would a bunch of fairytale characters bother coming to our school?" I asked. I readjusted my backpack so that it was hanging on one shoulder lazily as I sat down on my bed and listen to my foster sister ramble on.
"Apparently they're going to give a big history lesson on some of the most famous characters! Everyone is then going to be tested on some pretty tough questions, they're going to be questions that the most common folk wouldn't know, you will have to sit through the lesson and pay close attention to every detail of their stories. Whoever gets the highest score on the exam will get to spend an entire week with the characters on Storybrooke island!" she squeals again and I can't help but cringe. "But it also said that the likely hood of anyone getting a 100 on the exam would be very small"
"Great so that means I'll be hearing people like you squeal all day" I said unenthusiastically.
"You better change that shirt Emma! What if a fairytale character sees you wearing it, everyone at school will think you're mental" She ignores my complaint again.
I rolled my eyes. "Believe it or not Megan, not everyone loves fairytale characters"
"What's not to like about them!? They're immortal, they're famous, rich, kind, and they give to so many charities and help so many people. Oh I hope Snow White will be there! I love her story the best, and she even has an archery classes on her island. I'm definitely going to ask mom and dad to send me to her classes this summer!" She says excitedly.
I glared at my foster sister. "Don't call them mom and dad" I said annoyed as I finally stood myself up. I was tired of hearing my foster sister talk, I wanted to leave.
"I've already called them mom and dad to their faces, they were both practically balling with joy. I have a feeling they're going to adopt me on my birthday, it's just a week away you know" She grins obnoxiously.
"If you want those people to be your parents fine, but I'll never call them mom and dad" I said bitterly.
She frowns. "Why are you being such a grouch Emma, they aren't bad people. In fact this is the best home I've ever been in"
I shake my head at this girl's blind ignorance. She had no idea why I hated these people, sure this may not have been the worst home I've been in. But this certainly wasn't the best either. "I'm going to get some breakfast, you can stay up here and squeal about those fairytale characters if you want"
"Wait Emma you have to change that shirt!" She cries but I ignore her and make my way down the stairs.
"Good morning girls" Mrs. Summerfield smiles. Seriously what kind of last name is Summerfield? She is a woman in her late 30s, she has short dark brown hair to her shoulders, light hazel green eyes, a decent tan, and she had the perfect hour glass figure. Her husband Mr. Summerfield was tall, over 6ft at least. Unlike his wife who was barely 5ft 2inches. He had short black hair, and dark brown eyes. He owned a bar in Boston, the city we lived in. The bar itself was only just a few minute drive from here. Mrs. Summerfield was a freshman high school teacher, she worked at the high school that was right next to the middle that Megan and I went to.
"Morning mom, can you tell Emma that she can't wear that horrid shirt!" Megan begs as she points to me with disgust.
I rolled my eyes and took my seat at the table far from Mr. Summerfield and closer to Mrs. S. I didn't like either of them, but I hated Mr. S more. It's not like he ever touched me or anything, but he wasn't kind to me either. I don't know why, he just seems to really favor Megan.
Mrs. S chuckles as Megan took her seat next to Mr. S. "Now Megan, Emma is old enough to decide what she wants to wear" Mrs. S replies.
"Yeah but the fairytale characters are coming to our school today, what if they see Emma's shirt. What if they know we're foster sisters and they think I hate them too!" She cries dramatically. I simply ignored the fact that she is talking as if I wasn't right there listening, and dug into my pancakes. I hated to admit, but Mrs. S really knew how to cook. I always savior food that was given to me, cause I never knew when Mr. S would be in one of his moods and band me from a meal or two.
"I know, they're coming to the high school to tomorrow as well" Mrs. S smiles.
"If Emma wants to risk getting hate and disgust from the fairytale characters, then whatever the outcome will be because of the actions she chose" Mr. S said while not taking his eyes off the newspaper, his plate already empty.
"Sounds good to me" I grinned as I took another bite of my yummy pancakes.
"Honestly you're unbelievable. Do you even know how amazing it would be to be friends, or even acquaintances with just one fairytale character! If you get an autograph or even a picture with them, that alone is like worth $1000!"
I just shrugged and continued to eat my food, she huffed an irritation but started to eat her pancakes. Honestly I didn't care about money, fame, immortality, I didn't want any of it. All I wanted I was to find my parents one day. That was my only mission in life, I couldn't wait till I turned 18 and I was out of the system for good. I gave up a long time ago of ever being adopted. It was only a matter of time before these people got tried me.
When we were done with breakfast Mrs. S drove us to the middle school, and Mr. S headed off to work. He usually worked the day shifts during the week, and the night shifts during the weekend.
"You girls have fun, and Megan if you run into any of the characters?"
"Try and get a picture with them, or an autograph! You bet mom! Bye!" She waves as Mrs. S drives over to the high school.
Megan turns to face me and her sweet energetic face turned cold, not that I was surprised by the instant change in her attitude. "Remember Emma, we don't talk to each other in school. And you better not tell a fairytale character that we're foster sisters" she warns.
"Scouts honor" I grin sarcastically as I do the scouts honor signature sign.
She rolls her eyes and quickly dashes off ahead of me into the old brick building. I shake my head and yawn tiredly. The last few nights haven't been the best, I've been dealing with nightmares which isn't anything new. But whenever the nightmares happen it's usually a warning sign that something is about to change. Probably means my foster family is going to send me back to the orphanage soon. I try to shake the unsettling feeling away, but it still lingers. Honestly I really didn't want to go to school today. What was the point of these fairytale lectures anyway? Was it so that their fans could only continue to love them like gods more. I shake my head at the idea, which was stupid. They were more famous than normal celebrities any day. People followed them on Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, etc. Megan told me how Snow White has videos on her archery class so that people who can't afford to go to her summer lessons, or live too far away way, can learn from her videos on how to be a good archery. That was kind of cool I guess, but I don't think I would be very good at archery. Megan keeps begging our foster parents for bow an arrows for her birthday so she could become as good as Snow White. Doubt that could ever happen.
I sigh as I see more students walking in, gossiping and chatting away with their friends. Guess I can't avoid it anymore. It wasn't that I hated school, actually I loved to study, I loved doing homework and taking exams. School has always been a distraction from my rotten home life. Even though I am constantly changing schools, teachers are always surprised that I score high on exams and never seem to be behind. Truth is I spend my time at a library whenever I can, ever since I was small the library was always a sanctuary for me. When I was a kid I read some fantasy fairytales, but when I realized that happy endings don't happen to people like me I started to hate them and the characters. So I started to read all kinds of text books when I was just seven years old. I would read math, science, English, history, etc. If there was something I didn't understand I would either ask the librarian, or simply look stuff up on one of the computers at the library to help me understand something difficult.
As I begin to walk to the school I pray that I don't run into a fairytale character outside of class.