Reality versus Fairytales

"Only love can break a curse" -Alex Flinn

What would you prefer: A life of fairytales and happy endings that is practically part of a dream or a life being unfair but true? Her parents let her grow up in a typical childhood life of fairytale but as she grows older, she begins to realize life wasn't just fair enough to prove happy endings. When will her prince come and prove her that life depends on how we live it? Or will it come?

The room was either quite a distraction for voice of the Boltons were roaming around the four cornered room. Yes, the Boltons are the visitors of Sharpay and Derby. Sharpay said that she organized that dinner for her mom to know her boyfriend's parents... acting like Troy loved her.

I lifted the silver yet a little rusty tray with crab puffs and walked out of the kitchen. No doubt, they realize that I'm working as a maid in the Evans' family to survive life because I'm wearing a perfect maid costume with white apron in front of me and a white lace the maids used to wear in their heads. Breathing out, I delivered the crab puffs in their plates and I doubt they even knew I was there because they were busy talking about... college? Well, they're parents and they usually talk about college... that won't be even impossible.

"...and about Julliard..." Derby added as Sharpay squeaked in excitement. The Bolton looked annoyed at how the Evans act in front of them, especially Troy Bolton. Coach Bolton and his wife had their frustrated looks as if trying to stop Sharpay and Derby from talking about non-sense singing topic and Troy Bolton had his own annoyed face trying to stop the Evans' front talking.

Then, I heard Troy Bolton excused himself in the bathroom as I made my way pass him but... we both crashed with crab puffs all over us. I can hear the gasps around and Sharpay's heels stumping in the marbled floor. "Will you get off me?" I asked but he didn't rolled aside. Is he making fun of me? Or is he just trying to make a scene? "Why would I?" he asked as if really annoying me and obviously making a scene.

"For your information, you're heavy." I snapped causing him to awe in surprise. He rolled aside while I get up, picking the crab puffs out of the floor. Standing up, I saw Sharpay's palm led out in front me, directing me to give up my phone. "You'll be grounded for phone privileges for the whole month." she said as I hand her my phone.

"Sure, as always." I snapped and walked inside the kitchen with my tears welling up in my eyelids. I lifted my head so high to avoid my tears from falling before wiping the tears away in the corner of my eyes. I laid the silver tray in the counter before staring at my reflection in front of the window glass. I can see the depressed face of mine and the reflection of the Evans and the Boltons having dinner in the dining room, laughing around and whatever.

If my parents didn't die, I won't be in this miserable and ungrateful life.

Walking in the small wooden door beside the fridge, I entered the small dungeon-like room of mine but its wasn't that kind of room that has mice and cockroaches and... eww. I jumped into my bed before closing my eye imagining again the days I've been with my parents. Christmas. New Year. Valentines. My birthday. Oh, those days were the best days of my life. The time we used to walk and play around the park and spend with each other all day... Though they don't have much time for me, they try to fill the days they missed by fulfilling what I wanted and what I needed. You can say, I'm a little spoiled brat but, now... it's all gone. Nothing is ever coming back again, ever.

They're dead and I can't bring that back anymore. As much as I wanted to hold them again, as much as I wanted to hug them again and be with them again, I can't. It's just... Probably, they wanted me tell me that they shouldn't have made me believe in fairytales. But in all lives, fairytales really exist, especially when you found you're true love. Uh, yeah? Am I really talking about true love and fairytales? Oh, shrug it off, Gabriella. You won't just get away with it.

Just deal with it that you're going to be stuck in this reality. Stuck in being with that evil Evans family and stuck in being the center eye of bullying in East High.

I fluttered my eyes open as I heard the small door beside my bed creaked open. I glared at a familiar person who came in and it was none other than Troy Bolton. But, what the hell is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be in the dinner? Are they finished eating? No, they can't be finished because they have been sitting there for only... ten minutes, at least?

"What are you doing here?" The first question coming out from my mouth with an eyebrow raising. He looked amazed at how I finally stood up in the famous Troy Bolton only... we're alone. He entered my room with even my permission and closed the small door behind me. "Wow," he said and sat in the chair in front of my vanity desk, "is that the new term in greeting visitors now?" he added causing me smirk in disappointment at that. I shook my head as I stared at him.

"Maybe," I snapped.

"Really?" he asked before walking near me. He leaned his face closer to mine as if kissing me any second now, "Why are you so mean to me?" he asked. I swallowed as I smelt that minty breathe from him as he spoke. It was so fresh, blowing my mind off.

"I'm not really mean," I lied because I know I'm mean when it comes to him and his friends, "It's just you don't get my nature." Is that the right term? No think not. He drew closer to me again and I can really hear the silent breathing of him. Is he flirting me or just trying to get my attention?

Oh, no, he won't flirt me to get his attention. "What if I kissed you right here and right now?" he asked as he drew closer. It was so close that his lips was touching over mine. No, this can't be happening. I'm really dead if Sharpay knew about this. She's gonna kill me. I didn't respond in his question, breathing harder and harder...

And there it is.. he wasn't really kidding. He kissed me! His lips are over mine and he was deepening it... What do I do? Should I kiss back? No, I shouldn't because if I did he's gonna suspect me that I liked it and if he did, we'll get attracted to each other which will cause a huge disastrous situation!

But what am I doing? My hands were around his neck as his hands were in my waist, pulling each other close. What do I do? Should I pull away? But the kiss as so sweet and passionate... and I have to admit I'm loving it.

He pulled away as he stared at me for a while. My eyes were locked in his cerulean eyes. It was so perfect. I never realized Troy had the perfect blue eyes everyone had. "Why did kissed me back if you didn't like it?" he asked with an eyebrow raising.

"Since when did I said that I didn't liked it?" I snapped as I rolled away from him.

"Hmmm." he hummed in response, "Montez is getting a little naughty this time." he added. I have to get him out of my room... immediately. Because if I don't, probably Sharpay would enter my room and shout what she thought about what we are doing and I'm practically and literally dead. "Will you just get out of my room?" I asked and he stood up before opening the door where he entered.

"See you tomorrow, Montez." he said and winked at me causing me to widen my eyes as my cheeks grew red. i heard him laugh at that and added, "at morning and at night."

"Out," I pointed and he went out. I breathed as I buried myself into the bed and imagine about the kiss again. Honestly, it was my first time. But why does he have to be my first kiss? i mean, there are a lot of guys there but why does he have to be the one? Does this mean that he's my true love? No, I can't fall in love with a bully but... I love the kiss... so much.