Another random bit of story that I will probably never finish. It's free to use :D

Fairytales suck.

Yeah, you heard me. That's exactly what I said.

They suck. They carry you away into a world of fantasy and heroes, princes and princesses, heroic acts and epic battles. And they all have one thing in common: a happily ever after.

Many people get so caught up in the fantasy that they don't realize that in real life, there is no happy ending. The villains don't get what they deserve. Most of the time, they continue to threaten and bully just because they can, and in the real world, there's no handsome prince to save the day.

To all the girls who swoon over their so-called "knight in shining armour", here's a little something I have to tell you. You can hope all you want, but every guy as a flaw. There will be no perfect Prince Charming. And to all those girls who think they've got their Prince? Look again. You might just realise that your knight in shining armour is really just a retard in tinfoil.

Oh, quit crying. I'm not being mean, I'm simply telling the truth.

Since when has the kind-hearted, sweet girl ever gotten the Prince? She might well try, but the evil sorceress will just swoop in and claim him before she can even lift a finger. Forget the fairy godmother, because even she is powerless against the wrath of the witch.

I'll admit, this took me a long time to figure out, but after falling in love with my retard in tinfoil and having my heart get shattered by him, I've finally realised. This is no fairytale, but if you want to learn about the real things in life, read on. My name is Layne Abeley, and this is my story.

I was woken up on the first day of school by a loud, ugly bird squawking outside my window, as opposed to the sweet birdsong that woke the Sleeping Beauty. No, I was not attended to by my personal maid just like a princess, but yelled at by my mother to "get the hell downstairs now, you're late for school." So I opened my wardrobe to find a hundred beautiful, custom-made ball gowns hanging inside.

Just joking. I threw on a pair of skinnies and a tank top and bolted down the stairs. At the door, no doorman came to help me into a pair of glass slippers, so I just slipped on a pair of flats and ran to catch the bus. My royal carriage.

On the bus, I sat with the losers at the back, thinking sadly about the times when Claire and I used to ride together to school on the bus. Now, Massie Block's royal carriage picked her up every day before school, leaving her to talk with Alicia, Kristen and Dylan, Massie's empty-headed ladies-in-waiting.

Here's how the social hierarchy in our school works. The rich trust fund princesses are driven to school in their limos, kindly provided to them by their darling daddies. They're the elite. The ones who decide how the kingdom is ruled. Then there are nobles, the B-listers. They're slightly less fortunate, and are reduced to riding to school in the school buses with the commoners, noses held high to ward off the stink of the underprivileged.

The peasants, also known as "the rest of them", are a bunch of loyal subjects. Most of their time is spent trying to think up ways to make their king and queen happy, and bowing and simpering to their faces. The scum of society, otherwise known as "the losers" are the ones that have committed crimes and are to be punished by the righteous members of the royal family. Their terrible sins include wearing the wrong types of clothes, looking at the elite without bowing, disrespect and defiance towards the king and queen, and all that sort of stuff. If I don't watch out, I might just end up getting charged for treason one day.

I was feeling overwhelmed by the Christmassy mushiness when I wrote this, so pardon my negativity.