What Happens in Fairy Tales

Chapter 1

"Come on Jess! We're gonna be late!" Molly screamed from the living room.

"I'm coming!" I scream back. God, older sisters are the worst. She had to drive me to school everyday. She absolutely hated this task but it was Mom's only rule with the car. If Molly wanted to use the car whenever she wanted she had to drive me. I don't exactly love it either. She's super annoying and the really popular beach blonde barbie type. That wasn't my style. I had brown wavy hair that cut off just below the shoulder. I wore darker colors. I wasn't into pastels and refused to wear them.

As we got into the car Molly glared at me. "I cannot believe you actually going to wear that crap," she hissed.

"What do you mean?" I said looking down at my outfit. I had on a greyish-blue fitted t-shirt with jeans.

"Not your outfit! That crap it your ear." I reached to my ear. I had a piercing at the top. In was just a small hoop. I'd worn worse. Once I had the spiky looking thing in it but I'd taken out in the summer.

"Dammit Molly! Chill it's just a piercing!" and without another word I opened the door and got in the car.

When we finally got to school. I got out of the car and walked to my locker. I didn't even look at my witch of a sister.

First period sucked. I mean seriously who the hell cares about the author's "deeper meaning?" I'm pretty sure that when that guy wrote the novel he didn't mean that the blue curtains represented his immense depression, he meant that the curtains were blue. So, after becoming seriously pissed off in first period, I headed to my second period Algebra class.

I sat down pulled out my textbook and started reading today's lesson. As class started I looked up to find a kid I'd never seen before standing in the front of the room looking completely annoyed. He wore jeans and a leather jacket. His face reminded you of that totally hot guy from this 90s movie I watched one weekend while all the other kids my age were out having social lives. It's called 10 Things I Hate About You. He had longer hair than normal for most guys. It fell in between his chin and his shoulder. And he just looked like at any moment he was gonna jump out the window onto a motorcycle and ride away. His appearance pissed me off. Mostly because I knew Molly would make it her personal mission to get this guy to fall for her. I never understood what she saw in these guys I mean they're rude and impolite and always smell like cigarettes. All of these thoughts were interrupted by Ethan, the worlds most annoying child that just so happens to sit in front of me.

"Ugh, another 'bad boy', he'll be Molly's in a week. Isn't that right Jess?" he said. How could this child be so happy all the time?

"Yah, yah I guess so." I replied.

"You know we all made bets first period, I got money on less than a week before they're together." He said staring at our new classmate.

"Yah, leave it to my sister to swoop him up first." I said. Then he laughed. I wasn't even trying to be funny. This was the problem with Ethan. He ALWAYS laughed. I was contemplating what he finds so funny in, well, everything I say when the bell rang and Mr. Rodgerson began class. The wholesomely uneventful day followed as every other day. I went through all my classes then got my stuff and waited for Molly to drive me home.

"What up weirdo?" she said as she walked past me and to the car without even looking at me. I followed instinctively, her friends Abigial and Miranda behind me. We all got in the car and it began. The "Oh my god! Isn't he just amazing!?!" and "Yes!! He's in my English class!" and finally from my sister "Please. He's just like every other one. There's nothing special there. Same thing as always." (which of course meant "He's mine back off")

"You are all obsessed." I said flatly, looking out the window.

"You have got to be kidding!" I hear Molly scream.

"What?" I asked.

"You are gonna be alone forever. No one ever impresses you Jess! What the hell are you waiting for?"

"You really think that it's that easy? That people just walk out into the world open minded and men just flock to them?" I say.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she said as we turned into our neighborhood.

"It MEANS. That not everyone is as pretty and popular and PERFECT as you Molly! Some people are lucky just to have a guy remember their name!!!!!"

With that I got out of the car and walked up the drive to our house. Once inside I walked up to my bedroom and slammed the door. I started crying. I hadn't cried in years. I didn't understand why I was so upset. Comments like these from Molly never bothered me before. Maybe I was finally accepting the fact that they were true. Why did Molly have to be right? Why did this have to be the ONLY thing she's been right about?