The Daughter of Charm

If you have ever dreamed of a place where fairy tales are true,don't.If you have an odd feeling of power,curiosity,and excitement,quit reading and forget completely.I'm not joking,put it down.Fine,don't,it's you're life.

I'm Elizabeth Charming.Yes,you read that's right,my last name is Charming.I do live in a world with Cinderella,Dorothy,Rumpelstiltskin,and the rest of them.The truth is,so do you.For all you know,that creepy neighbor could be  a witch in disguise,or maybe that sweet lady who volunteers in the animal shelter is Snow White.But life here is not all it seems to be. I guess I'll start this from the beginning.

October 27th,2007,I was sitting in a foster home.It was my third one that month.All I ever did was sneak around and get put in a new family.Every time the families got worse.All who new me at that time,which wasn't many,called me the black cat of all humans,sneaky and unpredictable.Needless to say,most people wanted to stay away from me.I did have friends,however.Well a friend,Kayla,a small brown and black Norwich terrier that I found on the streets when I escaped from my first foster home.

I sat on my creaky bed and looked around the room.

"Wow,"I muttered to myself .

The place was a total dump.It had dust on all of the books,I'm not even sure that the family knew how to read,and piles of clothes that you could slide down on.

"This might be where all lost things are found,"I said,laughing.

"Key kid get down here!"shouted the daughter of the family I was currently living with.The girl's name was Diamond Angelkey and I was staying in her old bedroom.

"What?"I asked quietly whan I got to the end of the hallway.

"You  done unpackin' your dumb junk yet?"she asked way too loudly.

"Yes,"I lied.I truthfully hadn't even started unpacking my things because I was planning to escape that night.

I tuned around and walked back to the bedroom.I'd been in that house for two days and I already knew what Diamond and her parents were like.None of them liked me and they just wanted someone to clean the house and cook meals for them.

A few hours later it was time for dinner and I was making grilled cheese and soup,simple but easily pleasing.The other three were wasing their hands to eat just enough to leave methe worst parts of the meal.I always ate in my room after I washed the dishes,counters,table,and floor.After eating I would wash my dishes and clean the bathroom,living room,and dining room.

About fifteen minutes later I was in my room,finishing the last bit of my escaping ritual.I took out my camera,snapped a picture of my self waving good bye,downloaded it onto their computer,and made it their wall paper.After all that I grabbed my backpack and and set Kayla in my bag with is unzipped enough  for her to stick her head out of it.That family always locked my door at night and assumed that I wouldn't escape a four story apartment through the window.Little did they know that that was exactly what I was going to do.