The Blond Beauty

Chapter One

I know that you've heard the story of Rapunzel many, MANY, times. I've heard it so many times that I can recite the entire thing IN MY SLEEP! But this, ha, this is something else.

My name is Kieran Parker. With muscles like Dwanye Johnson and a nice golden brown tan, I like to think that I'm hot stuff. People like me, but not because of my killer baseball body or because of my dazzling smile, but because of my hair. MY HAIR. The only thing that makes my hair so special is that not only is it naturally bleach blond, it's very long for a 15 year old boy. Well, for a boy in general.

During the school year, my friends and teachers always refer to me as 'The male Rapunzel'. Even the losers and nerds that no one talks to call me that. Frankly, that name never bothered me. Given to me when I was 7 years old, I hated it. But as time went on and I realized no one would stop calling me that, I grew on me.

"79 degrees. Not too shabby," I say as I scroll through my Twitter timeline. I'm out by the poolside, tanning, which isn't necessary, but I do it anyway. "Sebastian, more ice tea please?" I call out to my butler. Sebastian gets up from his chair, sighing, and goes to the outhouse. "Here you are, Kieran. Now if you would please excuse me, I must get back to browning my skin.". I chuckle as he walks back to his chair. Going through Twitter and sipping on my tea mindlessly, I notice something out the corner of my eye. It appears to be 3 blue lines, which were fairly faint, going all around the fencing. I looked up and try to figure out what it was. But by then, they were already gone. It's nothing, I think to myself, returning to my previous state.

"Whose that shadow, holding me hostage, I've been here for days. Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?" I can faintly hear someone singing this. "Sebastian, do you hear that?" As I turn Sebastian's way, I notice him lying on his side snoring. I roll my eyes and shrug it off. Getting tired of Twitter, I lock my phone and close my eyes. "Oh, baby look what you've done to me. Oh, baby look what you've done now. Oh, baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way,". This time it sounds closer, as if the person is standing 5 feet from me. Or rather...right next to me. I open my eyes, and that's when she attacks.