creative writting stories

happily ever after? (story 1)

Happily Ever After?

Little Red Riding Hood, how does she pull it off? Everyone believes that she is innocent and sweet; the students, the teachers, even the staff. But I don’t, I don’t buy the lies and the disguises everyone else unfortunately does. When she was a little girl, maybe around five or six, she figured out that if she wanted something then she would have to persuade others to help her get it. She would be so cute and girly to those who could appreciate her god given beauty. And when she got older people loved her doctor given beauty. But when her true side would slip through the cracks she tried to cover it, the side of her that was evil in every way, shape, shape and form. She would use her sweet little voice that would always remind me of bubble gum and little children laughing, and say something along the lines of “oh I’m so sorry, it’s been a rough day...”and then go on to make up some ridiculous sob story about her terrible life that she doesn’t have. But of course, like always, I was the smart one. I saw through the lies. You are probably thinking that it would make me a hero that everyone would appreciate because I saved them from a terrible trap. But no, instead I sunk lower on the food chain and have been tormented ever since.

“Mr. Wolfe, Mr. Wolfe! Please pay attention!” Mrs. Chitter called in the middle of my fourth block algebra class, pulling me back to the present. I attend Woods High School and I hate every minute of it. Red may be deceiving, but she isn’t stupid. She knows that I know her secret and she is going to fight like hell to make me keep it.

Mrs. Chitter stands in the front of the class teaching something I will never use. Her glasses were on the bridge of her nose, and her dark brown hair was pulled into a bun. She sat on her desk and held an acorn in her hand as her tailed twitched. The room was decorated with posters that are supposed to make you be all pumped and want to jump in the air and yell “Yeah!!! Isn’t algebra the BEST!” but instead annoy you to tears.

“Sorry Mrs. Chitter” I sighed, it’s the last class of the day, pull it together John. Of course I sit right in front of Red who passes as many fake rumors behind my back as she possible can. Of course she was wearing red. I guess she could be considered pretty, but her inside is too ugly for me to consider her well worth my time.

Finally, after what seemed like countless hours, the last bell rang and I was free to escape. Every day I would escape to the woods, they are the only place I could be free, where I could be myself. I walk out the door and get my things from my locker next to one of Reds friends, Fauna. She was short for a deer her age, but she didn’t let anyone pick on her and I admired that about her. What I didn’t admire was that hung out with Red.

“Hey, Red,” Fauna called across the hall, “can you come to that concert with me tonight?” Red walked next to her, completely shoving me out of the way, I might add. 

“No sorry I have to visit my dear old grandma. You see she is very ill and I am supposed to bring her a basket of homemade cookies” she told her.

“You’re such a sweet-heart Red” Fauna said and then walked away.

What some people will buy these days.

I made it into the woods and began to calm down. All that stress fell off of my shoulders. I looked up and smiled. The way that the sun shinned through the trees was mesmerizing. I could hear the songs of the birds over the rush of water from a nearby river. I can never walk on the path. It drives me crazy how people can say they love the woods but haven’t been able to experience half of it. After about an hour, I heard a new sound and as I walked towards it, it became more and more recognizable. It was a person, probably a girl, speaking to herself. I walked closer and then stopped in my tracks.

I recognized who it was. Red.

How could she find me here? The one place where I could be myself yet now I don’t even have that. I tip-toed over to her as quietly as wolfly possible, I peeked through the bush.

“Ugh, you have got to be kidding me!” Red sighed “this is the stupidest thing! I hate my Grandma and everyone knows I’m not her favorite! Why couldn’t my sisters go see the old hag? She even told me that she loves Blue and Green more than me”

I was shocked. I mean I knew Red was evil, but about her own grandmother? It was the perfect chance to finally revenge though.  I quickly grabbed my cell phone out of my back pocket and recorded her saying things that should never be repeated about her grandmother. Now all I needed to do was get there before she did. After some quick thinking, I came up with an idea.

I sat down and grabbed and piece of cardboard that was supposed to be for a school project, and in big letters I wrote:

“SALE!!! Everything must go! 50% off the ENTIRE store”

“There that will get her attention” I whispered. I ran to the next turn and placed it in plain sight. When she saw it she looked around and ran the other way. I chuckled, that was too easy.

When I got to her grandma’s house, I stood there dumbfounded. It was beautiful; there was a little stone walk way up to a fairytale cottage. Complete with daises, flowerboxes and the smell of fresh made bread. I walked up the path and knocked on the door. Through the window I saw a frail little body approach the door.

“Why hello sweetie, how can I help you?” she said in a very grandmother- like voice. 

“Hello” I responded “I go to your granddaughter, Red’s, school…”

“Oh Red!” she interrupted “what a sweet girl. How is she?”

“Well, Ms. Hood, you could say she is fine but she, well, she is not what she seems” I finished lamely.

“What do you mean?” she asked “Please come in” the inside of her house was smaller then what you would think from the outside. It had dark brown wood paneling and an intricate tile floor. The room had beautiful stained glass windows and old hand carved furniture placed sporadically around the room.

“Ms. Hood, I am sorry to be the one to have to tell you this but your granddaughter is a trickster and I think you have to hear what she really thinks of you.” I took in a deep breath and played the recording.

She fainted! Her grandma actually fainted! I looked around and saw a figure all in red coming down the path. Red, I guess I didn’t fool her for long. Without a second glance I shoved granny in the closet, took her night cap, and positioned the blankets around my face to hide as much fur as possible. Red walked in the door.

Ten years later.

Buzz! The sound of the prison gates opening made my heart sing. I was finally out! I grab my belongings and almost skip out of the jail house. I recall the actions that brought me here. Shortly after Red walked in, she called the cops. I really should have taken drama instead of woodshop because my acting skills weren’t as good as they should be. Red called the cops and I ran out of there. Maybe I should have done track because it wasn’t long until the cops caught up with me. They sent me to jail for 10 years for attempted murder. Of course, no one listened to my side of the story. Why would they? Everyone knows how “sweet” Red is. So she walked out with a “happily ever after” while I was sent rot in jail.

But that’s the way it is in high school, right?