Prologue
Once upon a time there a girl. This girl was lonely and had no friends. She wore glasses that her classmates made fun of. She was chubby and embarrassed of her skin. In the kingdom of junior high, she was the peasant. And all she wanted was to be Queen. So she did something about it. This peasant's Daddy was a rich man, and wanted nothing more than having two beautiful successful daughters. So when this young peasant girl came to her father and asked him to make her pretty like her big sister, he graciously agreed. And within a couple months, this girl was transforming. She got a new nose, and she was shedding pounds. And after some hard work, she was finally able to walk into her school and pray that they would finally stop seeing the peasant and make her royalty.
However, her rich father had a new business deal, and the peasant girl was forced to move to another town. And at first she was devastated, but after sitting and thinking- she realized that this was a brand new start for her. She no longer looked like a peasant. And in this new high school, she would refuse to be one. And so she walked into William McKinley high school and she took her spot on the throne, and with her new confidence she made herself Queen.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl. A mean girl. A girl who did not give kindness unless it gave something back. But she was happy. She was the Queen after all. The head bitch in charge. She had popular friends and a popular boyfriend. And because of that, she knew she must have been doing something right. And as far as she was concerned, the peasant girl she was before never existed. And because she never existed, she never remembered exactly how it felt to be at the bottom. She never remembered how it felt to be teased and humiliated. She completely forgot the essence of the girl she used to be, under the frumpy clothes and behind the glasses she used to sport. She was lost to herself.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful Queen who had everything she wanted. But even Queens have missteps. This Queen made the mistake of sleeping with a boy that was not her boyfriend. And then made the mistake of telling her boyfriend that the baby she was carrying was his. Subsequently, she made many more mistakes, some of which she probably couldn't make right again. She lost people she cared about, and life as she knew it hung in the balance. Whether or not she could find the middle ground again, was yet to be determined.
Eventually the truth came out. The unborn child did not belong to the boy who had his heart set on her. She not only betrayed the boy she loved, but the friends who believed in her. And in the process she made some enemies. Some that she was able make amends with, others who just couldn't understand her actions. Her family didn't care about her. Abandoned her like a fallen angel. A disgrace to everything they lived for. And the boy, who was the real father to her baby- was left in limbo. Wondering if he was ever going to be given the chance to be the father he never had.
The Queen was lost.
And now- the Queen had a decision to make.