The Truth About Endings

Chapter 1

Ashley

I am a girl everyone looks at with admiration. With my beautiful gown and magnificent face, who wouldn't? I am wearing the world's finest cloth. It's the best cocktail ball gown, with its white and glittery ends and its fit that emphasizes my curves. Its neckline is low enough for to show my fair skin, but not low enough to make them think indecent of me. I have the most beautiful shoes, I could also say. The length of its heels are just enough for me to feel comfortable. Besides, I don't need high heeled shoes that much since I have a great height for a girl. My hair is loosely curled with its dark shade of brown. I just managed to put it into a knot with a diamond clip to support it. It complimented my outfit very well. I'm walking inside the ball and everyone is starting at me. Their awestruck faces and my smile is another highlight of this party. And he's there, just in the middle, waiting for me. You can very well say that he's my prince. And goodness, what a magnificent prince he could be. I thought that it was only in the movies but it seems like his eyes are indeed sparkling and his smile bedazzles me. He's one of the few heavens that you can witness with the oxygen still intact on your lungs... intact? Yes, for I feel like I stopped breathing already. It's such a scene to hold. H's wearing a navy blue coat and pants with his white leather gloves. Everything seems like a slow motion. The people around us seemed to disappear. Like a bubble popping out of thin air. I'm getting his hand and we'll dance throughout the night when something disturbed our reverie. A reverberating sound and it irritates me to the skull.

"kriiinngg!!"

Old kill joy. I don't know why, but it seems like a fact that whenever I'm in the most crucial part of my dream, the alarm clock will slap me back to reality. Yes, it's so damn cruel.

"Okay! I'm up! Time to start this long day again! "I shouted.

I know, it sounds crazy, me, yelling at an alarm clock. I just can't help it, getting mad for spoiling my dream. Dreams are the only thing I have. After I managed to be out from the orphanage, I managed to acquire a little living space. It's not much, but it's a home to me. I attend classes in the morning and work until 9:00 PM. Pretty tiring. Yes. But as if I could complain like I have a choice, right?

Yes, I'm poor. Down to earth poor, and if it weren't for the mercy of some of my neighbors, I don't know how I could survive. So basically, I'm living now because of the charity of other people and my own efforts of course. But just when you're starting to think that my life is freaking horrible, stop. My life isn't as miserable as it sounds. Because if the world deprived me of choices, the writers did not deprive the world of books. They are my treasure. In every bit of salary I have, I always see to it that I will buy new books to what was left of my money. I always read in my free time. Some bookworms say that they read to escape reality. I get their point. Most of the time, reality would always have its bitter way of destroying you and the only means to escape your tragic mess is entering the world of make believe. But in my perception, it's different. I don't read to escape the reality of life. Because for me, it's something that none of us can escape from. Difficulties and life are conjoined twins with only one head. Separating them from each other is impossible. Living, no matter how ironic it is, is accepting our inevitable demise. And reading can't spare you from that. So why am I reading if I'm thinking like this? Like what I've said, I'm not reading to escape reality, but to see the beauty of reality. Reading helps me realize the beauty of the universe in the minds of other people. In every trouble that's happening, I know that something good will come next. No matter how long it takes, it will always come. And it's always something that happens on books that I can relate to real life. Others could argue that I'm too idealistic to say this. But come on! We accepted a thousand negative facts about life, I guess it wouldn't hurt so much to accept just one positive thing about it.