...and they lived happily ever after.
Psh. Not hardly.
Every fantasy ends that way, girl and boy together forever. Little do we know until we try that there's a reason storybooks write that on their final page. It's the one final piece of fiction they can sneak into it.
Too bad the stories read to us at bedtime don't prepare us for the truth: men are tramps. They ride in on their white horses and convince you to run off to their castle in the sky (sometimes literally and somtimes figuratively). What happens next is even scarrier than a poisoned apple. They cheat.
They don't all do it, just the majority. Some just can't resist a damsel in distress or a pretty blonde girl. Or, in my case, both. It just goes to show that even the fairest of them all can't always keep a man.
The killer is that I got myself into the whole mess. I was the first "Disney Princess." When I heard they were looking to start the next project, I suggested to her that she should talk to Walt. I was even happy for her when he said she could be next. Why he couldn't find a different leading man is still a mystery to me, but he used mine.
Of course, I trusted Cind, she'd been my best friend since we went to Enchanted U. together. I never would have thought she wouldn't check with me first. Looking back on the next stories, I wish Walt had done his research, too. Jas didn't have to share Al accidentally with the next girl Walt picked up.
And Ariel? She got a man and legs. Talk about unfair. She was totally the "Disney Darling." I don't understand it. I mean, ew. She was all scaley before Walt decided to help her meet Eric and give her legs.
Walt really was a great guy, he gave so many of us chances. He even hooked us all up! Girls from Enchanted U. never got guys from MGM State. We were a group of oddballs until Walt found us in our drama class and decided to help us. I never understood where the enormous generosity towards total strangers came from, but I didn't care. He kept saying "I've found the next Mickey!" Whatever that meant.
Anyways, back to my nightmare. I wasn't alive before I met him, literally. He truly was Charming, and the castle was just beautiful. For those of you who know my story, you know that I gave up my 7 "little" friends, to be nice, and went off to live with him. The last you know of where I went to is probably the cloudy looking castle off in the distance.
Ever wonder what kind of castle my Prince whisked me away to? Have you seen a little movie called "Cinderella?" You know the big giant castle where the Prince is trying to find a girl?
That girl would be Cind, that castle would be the one I was brought to, and that week the ball was held would be the one where I decided to go check on "the boys." How was I to know that his father would convince him I wasn't good enough and he should try to find another?
Even dying didn't hurt as bad as coming home to find Cind in my ballroom with my Prince.
Author's Note: Chapter 1 if I continue. Please review, I haven't been at this in a while. I always thought this was funny and decided to write about it. Thoughts? :]