Chapter 5: Snow White

"Kathleen, get over here." The Queen motioned for me from the other side of the courtyard.

"Ya?"

"Do you know of any Huntsman? I need one, and I was hoping for someone with your kind of reference, because, well this is a little embarrassing, I don't trust many other people."

Let's examine how wrong this sentence is.

First: 'Do you know any Huntsman' I am fourteen. I shouldn't know any huntsman.

Second: 'With your reference'. Why did she even try to suck up to me? It doesn't work.

Last: 'I don't trust many other people' I should hope she trusts me! I have known her for my whole life. I don't trust her, but that's for obvious reasons. I have never given her any reason to not trust me.

So I replied in the most polite way I could: "Why would I know Huntsman?"

"Oh silly me, you're only twelve why would you know anything with the adult world?" Whether it was intentional or not, I wanted to sock her in the jaw.

She started laughing. I wasn't. "Why aren't you laughing?"

"Well, for starters, I Am Fourteen!" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Since when?" She continued smiling.

"My birthday….yesterday." I refrained from rolling my eyes.

"No, I am pretty sure you're twelve." I walked away after that last comment. Who cares if she's the bloody queen…no pun intended, she gets on my nerves. Snow White always remembered my birthday.

Snow White.

Other then the queen everyone loved her. Ok not everyone, I didn't love her. Love is too strong a word, I liked her but she could be a bit… preppy? But she helped me with my being pessimistic so she's ok. And now the Bloody Queen had made her go away. That means that I am more pessimistic then ever.

Wait: Queen+Snow White=Hate(on Queen Part). So Queen (hate) +Snow White (huntsman) = someone dead.

Yes I am bad at math.

But I am pretty sure that the Queen wants Snow dead.

Now I really don't like the Queen.

So how do I make sure the Queen doesn't succeed?

Make a deal with the Queen.

Get rid of whatever huntsman she finds.

Or warn Snow.

Which one is easiest?

None of them are realistic. Maybe I just let what happens happen. What else can I do?

Why couldn't I just be a normal kid and actually live with my parents?

-after waking up laughing at that thought-

I love my fairytale life…. I thought things were so much easier if I lived with my dad ha ha ha .

What time is it? I looked at my clock. 3:45 A.M.

I fell back on my pillow trying to get back to sleep.

Unable to I went downstairs….I don't know why, just for something to do.

I sat down at the table and waited for something to happen.

"Dreams are memories." I heard his cane before his voice, but I didn't care enough to look around.

"Ya, well I hate dreams." He sat down in front of me, shaking his head.

"But without them you wouldn't remember. Would you want that?"
"What's the point remembering? I never did anything important. I wasn't important. Why remember?" I pointed a finger at him. He created this curse, he could answer my questions.

"Your life was better then mine." He looked down. I laughed.

"You were the most talked about, most powerful, most annoying, richest man in Fairy Tale land."

"What does that matter here? All I am here is a grumpy old man who owns every bloody building."

"You're still powerful, even without magic." This was more frustrating then my dream/memory.

"You don't really mean that. Please, this 'personality' it isn't even real. What is the real you anyways?"

"Someone you will never know." I got up and went upstairs. Now fuming. Who was he to delve into my personality? And randomly at that!

I can be whoever I want to be.

Even if it means I believe a lie!

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner! Hope you like the chapter Please Please review! I really enjoy them and take any ideas to heart.