A/N: Hey, for those of you who vaguely recall reading this before - and I'd be surprised if that was any of you since I last updated this in 2008 - I know I am horrible - this is a rewrite of the origonal story I had 10 Reason My Life Is Not a Fairytale. I am so sorry to those of you who were originally commited to this story, and then I stopped writting. I believe the problem was I tried to make the story to compliacted. This one is merely two chapters longer than where I stopped the original story - chapter three. For those of you who are reading this, and now concerned about me never finishing it, don't be, because I already have the whole thing written. I merely need to edit, and then update. So anyways, that is just my long way of saying: sorry I never finished this the first time around, and although this first three chapters are a rewrite, they are pretty much the same, just hopefully with some better grammer.

So without further adue my story.


Once upon a time, in a far away land there was a fair maiden. Her family was neither wealthy nor titled, but they were still well known. Her father was praised throughout the land for the quality of the crops he grew and sold on from their small forest cabin.

It was for another reason that this small poor family was widely known.

The maiden.

Although it had never been confirmed, many of the town members said that this maiden had the most beautiful singing voice imaginable.

It was said that men from far and wide, who had been riding through the woods, by the cabin, had heard the magical melody that is the maiden's voice and had fallen in love immediately. As soon as the found the girl whom the voice belong to, these men would fall upon their knees and declare that she must marry them.

The maiden, despite this praise, was modest and good tempered.

Whenever this happened she would merely laugh merrily and kiss them upon the cheek.

"Good sir," she would tell them, for she never got a name, "you are much too kind, but I can not accept your request. You do not know me from that tree over there. I am sure you will find a girl much more beautiful and fair than me. You will marry her, and the two of you will be happier then the two of us could ever be."

The maiden's voice, which was as soft and compelling as her singing voice, was always convincing and the men would nod their head, mount their horses and ride off, as the maiden sighed, and wondered when a man who truly wanted her for her would come.


I laughed as I closed my journal and grabbed my school bag. Fair and a beautiful singing voice – I wish.

I actually I did wish; that was exactly why I was writing myself the fairytale; to remind myself of what I didn't have and to boost my confidence for about an hour while I pretended I did – have it that is.

My life is not a fairytale - nobody's is and I was just going to have to deal with it.

I yelled good-bye to my mother as I bounded out the door and down the street to meet up with my best friend Samantha.

Sammy, while my best friend, was also my polar opposite. Whilst I was tall and dark coloured, black hair brown eyes, Sam was petite with almost white blond hair and pale, clear blue sky, eyes.

It wasn't just colouring and appearances that made us as different as the poles. It was also attitudes. Sammy was as outgoing, popular and confident as I was shy, invisible, and insecure.

It wasn't that I didn't want to be like Sam, or that I hated myself, because neither of those are true. I just couldn't find a way to force myself to be social – I was too scared of rejection – and I loved myself, I just wish there were a few things that I could do.

I still want to be me… just me 2.0.

Sam greeted me with a smile and then promptly launched into her latest reason as to why I should come out of my shell, talk to someone and get a boyfriend.

Pretty much, her latest reason was her blossoming relationship with boyfriend number who knows what, Scott.

"So things are going good with Scott then?" I interrupted distracting her from me and back onto herself.

"It's great! He's just… just…"

"I'm glad; I like Scott."

It wasn't a lie; sometimes, in the past with other boyfriends, it had been. Scott, however, was different than the other ones. He actually seemed to be put together – has something going for him.

Pretty much he doesn't creep me out; most of Samantha's ex's creeped the crud out of me.

There was just something wrong with them. Scott, however, was genuinely a good guy, and I was glad off that.

"I do to," it was her voice that told me there was something different about Scott. It gave me some kind of hope that perhaps, she'd actually keep this one around.

As much as I loved her, Sammy was a bit of wreck when it came to guys. The broken hearts that laid in her wake was far too numerous to count.

She wanted them until she got them, and then after no more than a few weeks – maybe a month if they were lucky –she was on to the next one.

The only thing she did have going for her was she had the decency to dump the one before moving on to the other. It wasn't great but it was better than the alternative.

We made it to the school before Samantha managed to get the conversation back to me.

"Seriously, Kim, I want you to find someone you like half as much as I like Scott; it would be good for you," she stopped me in front of my classroom and held my shoulders, "You deserve somebody who really sees you; the great, you that you are."

I started at her for a long moment.

"Ay, ay Captain."

"I mean it!" her voice followed me into my classroom.

I just plastered an obviously fake smile on my face and waved.

I chuckled as I walked to the back to the room; I may not have had a lot of friends, but the one I had was a pretty darn good one.
After, all what was it that that Christmas snowman said that movie – 'One friends more than no friends; one's plenty.'

Sometimes, with Sam and her personality around I felt like that was true.

I dropped myself into my desk, and pulled a book out of my bag.

A look at the clock told me the period wasn't due to start for a few good minutes, and Mr. Richardson would take even longer to actually start the class.

I could probably get a whole chapter in.

I was two chapters in before the teacher demanded our attention. I grumbled a bit to myself as I stuck my thumb in my book, so as to not loose my place, and looked up.

As soon as I did all thoughts of my story was gone.

I couldn't even tell you what book I was reading, much less where I was.

The boy at the front of the room was… the only word that could come to my mind was gorgeous. I was worried I had started to drool.

As I watch, completely unaware of what the teacher was saying or what this boy was doing here, he reached a hand up to brush some of his light brown hair out of his face. It was useless since a moment later it fell right back where it started.

I continued to stare, as he nodded at the teacher and started walking forward; his walk was casual, but confident. It wasn't quite a swagger, but neither was it a huddled shuffle. It was a highly attractive mixture of the two.

It appeared like he was walking right towards me, and then that was when what Mr. Richardson had been saying finally got into my brain – he was walking towards me.

While I had been gawking at him, Mr. Richardson had introduced him to the class as our new student, and assigned him the only empty seat in the room – the one beside me.

I immediately buried my head back down into my book, hoping to God he hadn't noticed my earlier gawking.

To my surprise, it seems he hadn't, or didn't care for as soon as he sat down, he turned to me and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Shawn, Shawn Patterson."

For a few minutes I just sat there stunned to silence. I couldn't believe someone was talking to me, let alone the most gorgeously, amazingly amazing boy I'd ever seen.

Usually, my quiet personality just allows me to blend into the back ground and go unnoticed.

"Anderson, no what, I mean Kim… well Anderson's true too," I stuttered when my brain finally realized he was waiting for a response.

He gave a low sexy chuckle, "Kim Anderson?"

"Exactly," I sighed as a blush slowly crept up my cheeks.

I really needed to stop talking and just go back to my book; my book never requires me to speak. No speaking means no embarrassing blunders.

"Nice to meet you then, Kim Anderson."

I smiled in response and turn back to my book.

Mr. Richardson was saying something, but I already knew it. I'd read the book a year ago just for the heck of it.

"What'ch'yeah reading?"

The soft voice in my ear, combined with a light warm breath on my neck made me jump.

I wasn't use to people talking to me, especially when I'm reading. When I'm reading I become more jumpy than usual.

"A book."

The words were out without thinking about them. I wasn't trying to be snarky or funny, was just tell the truth.

He laughed anyways, "I can see that. What's it called?"

I flipped the cover down so he could read the title himself. He looked at the girl, roses, and gate on the cover for few moments before nodding.

"Interesting," he mused, "So…. it's a ghost story?"

"Sort of, but not really—it's more than that."

"So than what is it about?"

I hesitated only for a moment, before launching into an excited garbled version of the book's plot. As I spoke, my voice increased in volume. I couldn't really help it. When I spoke of my books I got excited and then my voice just rose.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class Ms. Anderson?"

Mr. Richardson's voice broke off my long spiel and I looked at my hands.

"No sir… sorry sir."

The colour rose in my cheeks. There was no way I was embarrassing myself in front of the whole class. I've already done more than enough of that in front of Shawn.

Once the class was done I stuffed all my things into my bag, and made a mad dash for the door, before I could do anymore damage to my sanity.

Someone calling my name, however, stopped me.

"Hey, Kim," Shawn said as I turned in front of the door to meet his gaze, "sorry to be such a pain, but this is such a big school… and I'm sort of new here… do you think… would you mind… I don't know where my next class is."

His eyes, the most impressive deep emerald green I'd ever seen, gave me this desperate pleading look. It was impossible to say no to him.

"Sure, but lets back away from the door first."

Once we were out of the way of everyone else, he pulled out his schedule and we looked for the room number of his next class.

"128 – That's right down the hall from me," I said looking down rubbing my right arm, "I could take you… if you'd like."

He agreed with a stunningly large, grateful smile.

We walked in relative silence, but it wasn't a problem since the crowded hallways didn't allow for easy conversation anyways.

"Well," I stopped in front of a bright red door, "This is our stop – 128, Mathematics with Mr. Undger."
He gave me a flourished bow, "Thank you, fair maiden; I am forever in you doubt now."

I giggled nervously.

"Anything for a hands—fine young Prince like yourself," I caught myself before I called him handsome. I wasn't sure how that would go over, "I would love to stay and chat, but I'm late for my maidenly study of Science."

I then gave him a small wave and dashed off down then hall for the chemistry lab before I could make more of a fool of myself.


A/N: well that was chapter one. I hope you enjoye it, and please review. I love to hear what you've got to say - what you liked, what you didn't like. Constructive critisism is the building blocks of becoming a better writter, and I love to better my writting. Also, I small secret - review encourage me to update faster... possible sad, but completely true.