Well, here's the next chapter, aimed at the present, where Blu goes on about her life…
The house was ablaze, flames everywhere, guarding the doors, so there was no escape but the window on the third floor. 'Should I?' I thought. The ceiling caved in, sending an array of ashes and sparks everywhere. 'Oh, yeah.' Then I rushed to the window and jumped, landing on the ground. I felt my neck snap and pain shot through my body. "Mommy? Daddy?" I cried, before I blacked out.
A white light shown in my eyes. 'Am I dead?' was the first question that came to mind. Then I saw doctors and nurses all around me, so I figured I wasn't. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll be fine." A voice that sounded like my mother's said, but when I looked over, I noticed it was just a nurse.
"Where's my mom and dad?" I asked.
The nurse frowned. "I'm sorry, sweetie…" Then, suddenly, she was behind flames, and the whole room was on fire, and I couldn't move, couldn't scream, just watch in horror as my blankets caught fire that spread up to my face---
I sat up in bed, sweating. Godmother, I hated that nightmare. I always had it on August 15th, the day my house caught fire and my parents were fried. How it caught fire is what I want to know. Faulty wiring? Bad outlet? Supernova microwave? I have no idea. But it wouldn't matter. Finding out why wouldn't bring my parents back and get me away from Red and Goldi.
I looked at my clock: 5:15 AM. Oh, good. Two more hours of nightmares before I have to head to work. I thought bitterly, lying back down in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was all I did when I couldn't get back to sleep, and when that didn't work, I moved on to plan 'B'…
I pulled on a pair of jeans, my blue hoodie, and a pair of white sneakers, then took a walk in the woods. It was the only serene thing I could find that got me out of the house. Well, almost serene, except for…
"Hey, Blu." A voice that would make Casey Kasem jealous said gruffly, and out stepped the Big Not-So-Bad Wolf. He had gray fur, with black hair on top streaked with lime-green, wearing tattered jeans, a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and a pair of dark sunglasses. (If he thought this outfit would help him look 'bad', he was wrong). "Like my new badass outfit?"
"What did you do, mug Danny Zuko?" I asked.
Wolf chuckled, then turned serious. "You think people would think I was bad if I said I did?"
I smiled enthusiastically. "Nope." And wiped the smile from my face and kept walking.
Wolf followed me. "H-H-How's your cousin, Red, doing?"
"She's just the regular, mouthy bitch you fell head-over-tail with." I shook my head.
"You think she'll like my new look?"
I rolled my eyes. "Get a clue, Wolfie. My cousin is just some snobby, boy-crazy skank in a red hood. It's better if you find a new girl to stalk."
"Oh, she's not that bad. She seems pretty nice…"
"Yeah. Live with her for a day, and you'll think otherwise."
Wolf sighed dreamily. "I'd give anything to live with her for even five minutes…"
"Dude, you need therapy. …Scratch that, you need to go to a BSA meeting."
Wolf looked at me inquisitively. "What's 'BSA' stand for?"
" 'Bitch-Stalkers-Anonymous'." I pulled my hoodie over my head and walked off, leaving the Big Nerd Wolf standing there agape.
I got back to the house, the clock read 6:05 (time sure flies when you're shooting the breeze with a wolf) and I grabbed some bread, spread some butter on it, and began walking to the Dwarves' house (hey, it's a long walk).
Once I got there, I noticed---
Okay, hold on. Just so you know, the Dwarves have totally different names than in the fairytale, and way cooler than that in the Disney version. Their names are: Bryce, Shaun, Michael, Chris, Shane, Phillip, and Brogan. Also, they're not old, like they are in the Disney version. They're actually, maybe, twenty-five at the least, and they all have brown hair. (Why they couldn't put this in the original fairytale, I'll never know).
Anyway, when I got there, I noticed Shane, Brogan, and Phillip were loading up their truck (yes, they have a truck) with mining tools, while Bryce, Shaun, and Michael were stacking crates full of dynamite into the back of it. (I just hope none of them lights a cigarette by those things). Chris was sitting on the steps, polishing his sledgehammer.
"Hey, Blu," Chris said, smiling up at me. "Sleep well?"
"Pretty good," I lied. "Getting ready to blast out a few jewels?"
"You bet! We've bought at least sixty kegs of dynamite!" He smiled modestly. "Though, I doubt those Roman candles will have as much power as Ol' Sledgy, here." he caressed his ax. "Well, I'll see ya later-- WAH! WOOP!" He had swung his ax over his shoulder, and the heavy end pulled him backward and onto the ground.
"Yep. Have fun." I stepped inside, grabbing a broom. I sighed at the sight: The sink was full of dishes, the kitchen floor needed mopped, the stairs needed to be swept, the furniture had to be dusted, there were a few beer cans lying around from their "Friday Night Fananza" party, and a few cigar stubs were lying around.
And you know what the funny thing is? This whole mess is made in just one day! (The rest of the week, the Dwarves are too exhausted to make such filth, until Friday… I don't know how they do it, maybe they conserve their energy or something…).
Shaun then stepped in, kicking a few beer cans out of the way. "Hey, by the way, Blu, try to get this place extra clean by five, okay? Your cousin and the Prince are coming over for dinner."
"Oh, goody." I muttered. Sure, don't invite me over.
"See you later!" And he and the rest of the shorties drove off toward the mines as I got to work, spiffing the place up so they wouldn't look like slobs in front of Snow (though, she and I both had marked them to be such when we first stepped into their house).
I picked up the trash, cleaned the dishes, dusted, swept, mopped, and all that 'good' stuff within five hours (I was getting better with my cleaning record). I put the over-stuffed garbage bags out into the trash cans, then went inside and turned on the TV to relax a bit.
Oh, yeah, by the way, we people here in Fairytale Land aren't so old fashioned like the story books say. We're just as modern as the real world you live in-- iPods, DVDs, Internet access, we've got it all! But anyway…
I was watching "Doctor Who" when there was a knock at the door. I looked through the eyehole in the door, expecting to see another queen disguised as an old crone, but instead, I saw my cousin, Snow White. I opened the door. "Snow! I thought the Dwarves weren't expecting you until five." I said.
"Well, Charming had to leave early, since he has to join Prince Eric at the 'Knight Club' soon." Snow said. She turned and waved at her husband, who sat in the front seat of a hot-red Ferrari (sweet!) and waved back, then drove off. She turned back to me. "He decided to drop me off here, so I wouldn't miss dinner."
I looked at the clock. Noon. "Well, the Dwarves don't get off for another four hours."
"That's okay. I'll wait… if you don't mind."
"Hey, you're the Princess. Step right in." I stood aside, letting her in.
She looked around. "I see you've been keeping the place clean…" she looked down at the carpet, making a disgusted face. "Except vacuum."
I cringed. "I don't think the carpet needs vacuuming. It's fine." I took a step forward, and a few small dust clouds rose from the floor where I stepped.
"Oh, come now, I'll just get the vacuum and---"
"Snow, wait!" my voice was frantic, and she turned to me, concerned. I let out a sigh, then looked at the dirty floor, solemnly. "It's just… it's that day again."
Snow put her hand to her mouth, surprised and grieving. "Oh, hon, I'm so sorry…"
I shrugged. "Don't be. Let's just… watch TV, okay?" She nodded and we watched television, though my I paid more attention to the outlet.
You see, ever since that fire, I've been jumpy around wires and stoves and other things that can burst into flame (heck, I'm too scared to even light a match! …but don't tell anybody). Snow knew this, but she tended to forget, forcing me to bring up the situation (like now).
The hours past, and the Dwarves came home, and Snow insisted that I join them for dinner as well. I wanted to decline, but she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Of course, secretly, I was glad she invited me, rather than sending me home to my dumbass cousins.
The meal was delicious: chicken and rice, pasta, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, fine wine (soda for me, since I'm only 14), and white-frosted cake (sprinkles on top) for dessert. I had to admit, though I'm not too fond of her, Snow White is a pretty nice gal.
A/N Yep. She sure is. R/R NO FLAMES!!!