Cinderella Paints in Yellow

Prolouge

I wish my life could be a Disney classic.
Well.
I guess I wouldn't want to bite in an apple from some crazy witch and stay asleep until I got someone else's saliva in my mouth, be cursed my some bitter lady and fall into an eternal sleep on my sixteenth birthday, or better yet, be trapped in a mansion with some beast lurking in the shadows.
So maybe my life could be some kind of Disney movie that didn't involve true love's kiss.
I mean what really is there left?
I know there are plenty of great Disney films left and there are happy endings. But my life is a endless stream of disappointments.
People tell me life can't be that bad and that your time will come but I'm seventeen. My years of no responsibility, A.K.A. teen times, have made me feel twice the age I really am.
And also to the people who told me in middle school that High School was going to be the best years of my life, lied.
I mean totally fibbed. You guys are really cold.
And I had my hopes up.
I thought my four years in this concise hell were going to be great.
But you don't always get what you wish for.