Hello everyone. This idea came to me while reading "Fairest." If you are read the book you will see the similarities. Any was like always I hope you enjoy this. Please read some of my other work and Review are always appreciated.


I was born singing. Most babies cry. I sang a lullaby, or so I believe. I have no one to tell me the truth of it. My mother abandoned me when I was less than a month old, I was left at the Lima Ohio dance, song, and acting studio. It was January 12th the year of Madonna's greatest hits.

The man who took me in left me in one of the studio. Then I know what happen next. My Dad and daddy; The Studio's owner and his parent found me. They have re-told the tale on the anniversary of my arrival since I was a little girl.

"You were left on the stage" My daddy would say "It was the right room for you, my little star."

"It was a chill morning" Dad would add "I heard you howling."

"I knew straight off you were a star and a natural performer" Daddy would say "It was all in that little scream."

Dad would shake his head "No. It was lovely."

In Lima it's all about your talents. In my little family and in all of Lima, I am the most talented singer. My dad would offend tell me my voice could stop the birds from singing. Lima also measures you base on one other key point… Beauty. I was born with none. No matter how talented of a singer, actor, or dancer you are. If you are not beautiful you have no place in the world.

My skin is a odd tan color. It's not dark enough or light enough to be considered pretty. I have lager brown eyes, which are an odd almond shape. People don't like almond shaped brown eyes; they want lager baby blue eyes that sparkle in the light. Mine don't. My nose is far too big for my face. My hair is a dirty brown color…. My lips are a fair shade of pink; which would be fine if I was pale, and blonde. Daddy hated saying I was ugly, he would say "Looking different wasn't the same as looking amiss. You are my one-of a kind girl," Then he would say "You'll become prettier with time."

I wish that was true. The older I got the uglier I got. I never really lost my baby fat and therefore I had very chubby cheeks. The girls at class called me chipmunk and moonfaced. It made me long to be pretty. I would sing about the day I would become pretty; I never did.

Dad and daddy named me Rachel, which means "beautiful in form of countenance." Well I was beautiful when I was singing, but other than that I was ugly. I was put into all of the classes they taught at the studio, and they treated me like any other student. Then the other girl would start to make fun of me and I would run out of the dance hall crying. Sometime the girls would refuse to work with me or they would drop the class. It was very bad for business.

Dad started to take me out of class and give me jobs in the background, like curtain puller or lights. I know they did it to protect me from the awful thing the other said, but I would still feel awful. I would watch the others perform and wait for the day I could too. I would just half to wait…