Once Upon A Time
By Kathy Lang
Chapter One
April 17, 2006
Fae looked out the window, bored. The heavy rain came down in sheets, darkening the sky and pounding hard on the glass. She let out a big sigh and jumped in her seat as her tutor called out her name.
"Fae, are you with us?" He asked in a nasally voice.
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, sighing again. "Yes, Mr. Lame." Fae said, imitating his nasally twang.
"It's Lane, Fae, Lane!" The teacher snorted, stamping his foot. Fae let out a laugh, her imagination running wild. He looked like a hog about to charge. His red face darkened another shade as she went back to looking out the window.
"Listen young lady, I don't know who you think you are, but I asked you a question!" Mr. Lane said, spittle dribbling from his lower lip.
She turned to him, glaring. She hated tutors. Especially this one. And she got the feeling that it was mutual. "What?" She asked him, annoyed at how irritating he was.
It went like this everyday, her tormenting the tutor. She despised him. He was annoying and he really wasn't that great at teaching either.
Fae sighed again, fishing her headphones out of her messenger bag. The tutors had come and gone for the day, leaving Fae more bored than before. Her parents were rich and snobby, and thought it would be best for her to be home-schooled rather than go to a public, or even private, school. So they went and hired the most dull, monotone, and old-fashioned person you could find. Fae's tutor. Her only friend, ha ha.
Fae turned up the volume on her favorite CD of the moment, Slipknot. She loved the way they sang, it definitely wasn't boring. Or dull. Feeling kind of out of it, like she should go somewhere, like someplace was pulling her towards it, she decided to take a walk. She pulled on her green converse and Relient K hoodie and walked out into the drizzle of rain.
Flipping through the songs on her iPod, Fae walked down the side of the road, through the fog. She watched as a car trudged along through the swirling mist, its headlights barely piercing through the thick layer of fog. Fae walked towards the Woods, where she had played when she was little. It felt like the old forest was drawing her closer, she headed towards it. She was never aloud there, there could be murderers and such, but she had always gone anyway. She had not been to the Woods in a long time. The last time she went there, something scary happened.