Just Another Fairy Tale

Chapter 1: Hi

Hi, my name is Zofia and I am just Another one of those average fairy tail people. You know, long flowing hair, big poofy dresses, always getting rescued from their prince in shining armor. My life is a nightmare, and it has been ever since my new purely evil stepmother took over the whole household. She thinks that she is the ruler of every little thing. I don't know, maybe I am just jealous because of all the attention she is getting from the public. But still, there is something up with her and I just can't place it. All the sudden the queen herself walked into my room, my room!

"Well, I see you are getting some good use out of that notebook I got you!" she said in a searing voice.

"Yeah, um, thanks..."

I was drawing in it. I'm not an awesome drawer or anything but it is a good way to put off stress. Her stress.

"Well, may I take a look?"

I handed her the notebook in annoyance. My drawings are personal and private. There is no reason she should wish to see my drawings, but I still gave her it. Just to see her reaction that is.

"Oh, oh my!"

"What!? What!? Are they bad?" her tone was worrying.

"No darling..." she said in a reassuring way.

Darling, really? She couldn't think of a better ways to persuade me than that.

"There, their kind of... um." her voice skidded.

I took the book forcefully out of her hands. It was obvious she felt hatred towards them and there was no reason for her to like them. When I draw, I draw to let go of stress and chains holding me down. I took a quick look at the page she turned to. It was of a sword struck through an evil and malicious queen, her heart, gushing red blood.

"You weren't supposed to see that, it's just for me".

I was worried about her reaction, would she show it to the king... my father? Would she put me behind bars for committing treason? My blue blood was rushing through my veins and my heart was pumping so hard she could probably hear it.

"Ok, um... I understand that because I am new into the family that you have not warmed up to having me around yet so you may not like me very much."

"Yeah, sorry," I really was not sorry.

"I understand..." her voice began to fade.

Wow, how many times does she have to say "I understand"?! I don't know, maybe I am just jealous. I turned around and shut the door. I could hear her talking to the King, my father.

"Well, I was just looking through her notebook and..."

"You saw..." my father sighed.

"Yes, oh yes! How on Earth did you know?"

"Just suspicion I guess, she doesn't take well to change."

"Well..."

All the sudden I heard gasps of air, groans, and moans. Disgusting! God, she definitely has my father under a spell. Hell, she's drop-dead gorgeous. She has long straight thick hazel hair which she wore in the traditional princess bun, ruby red lips, and Duke blue eyes. Her gown was a seafoam green satin fabric and it had a raven-colored corset over her top. The sleeves were choirboy style and the neckline was a boat neck. Very very retro but very traditional. She was a real stickler for tradition.

Right then and there my father walked into the room.

"Zo..."

"Um," I pointed to the lipstick stain on his shirt.

"Oh, sorry" he wiped it off with a handkerchief, "Zo Zo, I truly know that you are having a tough time with all these new transitions and the arranged marriage and all but..."

"Wait what?! Arranged marriage?! I'm only 17! I don't think that is even legal yet!"

"It is legal if you have permission from a parent or guardian."

"Well, I knew it! I knew that the she-monster was up to something. Marriage without my permission!"

"This was not your mother's fault!"

"She's not my mother! She never will be! What do you mean it is not her fault?! Of cores, it is her fault! She is the one persuading you to do all this stuff. She was the one that changed your mind about the coronation! She made you forget my mother! Just like that, she is ruining our lives!"

I looked down at my black slippers. How could my father of all people fall for such a fiendish creature? She has to be up to something!

"She is not ruining our lives Zofia Matilda Mayweather!"

He had not used my full name in such a lot time, it feels as if every single day we grow farther apart. I so wish he would stop this nonsense with her and grow up. After all, he is the one that is 39. Not me! (I was born when he was 22)

"I'm done!"

"You're not done with anything!"

"Oh yes I am," I turned away and snatched a suitcase but he grabbed my arm forcefully.

"You are forbidden to leave these grounds, Mis! You will be married before anyone leaves this perimeter at all!"

Tears filled my eyes as I say my father's life collapse in slow motion. Why do things always have to be so incredibly heartbreaking?