I've always dreamed of my life turning into a magical fairy tale, just like the girls I hear about in our time.
They suffer a tragic past and are abused by their awful witch guardian, until the handsome brave prince saves them from their life in the most adorable way, and ta-da, they live happily ever after.
As for me, my life is not so much like that.
I'm just a normal eighteen year old maiden living with my middle class family. Sadly, my parents aren't dead, I don't have a witch for a step mom, and the only prince around here is already taken.
At least, almost taken.
"Cindy, do stop staring out the window and help me finish the chores. Your father doesn't like coming home to a messy cottage." My mother interrupted my thoughts.
With a frown, I trudged to our little kitchen and grabbed a broom to begin sweeping the floor.
I live in the village, no magical woods or anything. That seems to be where all the maidens get hitched these days.
"Put on your apron, dear. You'll get your dress all dirty!" Mother once again scolded me.
"Maybe then you'll buy me a new one." I gave her a sarcastic smile.
"Watch your sass, young lady. You'll never get married with that attitude." She shook her head as she opened the windows, letting the April sunlight seep in.
"Not even my attitude will help my unfortunate love life." I muttered under my breath, rolling my blue eyes.
I have a habit of being a bit rude, sarcastic, and outspoken. Not a very treasured quality in this kingdom.
Sometimes it feels like I'm the only one here in my right mind, as everyone goes around like they're in a literal fairy tale, I'm the only one who sees it differently.
Sure, fairy god mothers, dwarves, magical beans, and happily ever afters exist here. It's just not like you think. Not all of us girls have the privilege of proving ourself and become a princess.
So I'm stuck watching princes slay dragons and save the innocent girls, who of course have that magical voice when they sing and can get any animal to love them.
Meanwhile I can't even get a dog to let me pet it.
Speaking of which, that's when my old dog waddles in. He's a chubby collie, never liked me.
"Hey Rover-" I tried to touch his head, but he barked at me and ran off.
"Never mind, jerk." I glared at him. Why do animals hate me so much?
After I finished sweeping, I went to the attic to look for our mop.
It's an absolute mess in here, ninety percent dust.
"AH!" I screeched as a mouse dashed across the old floorboards.
"Mother, there's disgusting rats up here!" I yell down at her.
I've never really enjoyed animals, especially mice.
As I searched through the dusty attic for our mop, I began to sing.
I can never sing downstairs, in fear that someone will hear me and shove me down a well. My voice is awful, I scare the birds away every time.
I jumped in surprise when my mother screamed at me from below.
"Get down here immediately, Cindy!"
"In a minute, mother, you startled me!" I continued my search.
