Snow

Chapter One

A queen sat in her sewing room, looking out a window at gleaming, freshly fallen snow.. Accidently, she pricks her finger on a needle and 3 drops of blood fall into the snow. Loving the colors together, she says "Oh how I wish I had a daughter that lips as red as blood, hair as black as night, and skin as white as snow..."

Once upon a time, in the fateful year of 1929 (in August, to be exact) in the great city of New York, lived a young girl named Snow Meredith White, whose life was about to take a turn, for better or for worse...

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"...and they lived happily ever after. The end."

"Well that was dull," Snow said to herself. "You'd think, with stories so famous, they could come up with a better ending than that." She put down the collection of fairytales in her lap. Her small cat, Edna, brushed her little ginger head against Snow's long pale fingers. Edna was the closest thing she had to a friend, since she basically lived in her stepmother's house all day, everyday. Well, it was her parents house, but they've long since been out of the picture. Her mother died of consumption when she was 8, and her father a few years later in a car accident (but not before marrying Miss. Rowena Jones). Rowena, a beautiful vixen/femme fatal.

Large, cat-like turquoise-blue eyes. High cheekbones. Perfect pout. Golden skin. Short blonde hair. And a very fashionable boyish figure. She didn't work, so Snow was never quite sure how the money for her lavish lifestyle appeared, but it did. Snow was, well, not like Rowena. Straight black hair, large brown eyes, pale, sallow skin, and lips that were unusually dark red. And instead of a boyish figure, Snow had round, soft curves. Her hair was long, down to her waist, and she wore plain blouses and calf length skirts. Rowena, on the other hand, frequently wore embroidered and bejeweled dresses that were often above her knee and quite controversial. Along with minx coats, fashionable accessories, basically whatever money could buy. The works
Edna adjusted herself to be entirely spread out across Snow's lap.

"Oh Eddie, you are a difficult one aren't you?"

The small cat purred in response. Sighing, Snow out down the book and looked around her "room." It was an attic, really. Her few possessions were placed inside an old wooden dresser, pushed up against the wall. The old, brownish plaster was peeling, and the carpets on the floor were faded. Most of the old clutter was Rowena's. Last year's model of radio, a few paintings, an old typewriter (which was still in perfect condition, mind you) and the last of it were her parents things Rowena hadn't sold. Sighing, Snow slid off her bed (with an annoyed yelp from Edna) and looked at the four walls of her only sanctuary. She knew too well that the peace would be short lived. It never lasted. Rowena would come for her again. Closing her eyes, she imagined her happy place; the sea shore, splashing in the deep blue waves as they crashed on the salty shore. Seagulls sitting on the grainy sand, fishing boats out in the distance, the sound of children's laughter. She could almost imagine it now- her mother's soft, smooth hands clutching hers, the salty sea spray tangling her long hair...

"Oh Snow? Snow? Snow! Get down here, will you?" Snapped out of her day dream, Snow called back and made her way downstairs to the dragon's lair.

"Goodness gracious, Snow White, you certainly take awhile. Unfortunately, unlike your fairytale counterpart, you don't have 7 dwarves to help you with the housework. Polish this table," Rowena said, pointing at the small coffee table in front of her "On your knees now. Come on, more elbow grease. That's better. Swell. Now, don't stop till you can see your reflection," she commanded, standing from the day bed she was sprawled across "Hmm," she said, grasping Snow's chin and studying her face. Snow stared into Rowena's blue eyes, searching for some sign of love or compassion in their watery depths. But they were still ice cold. "Maybe the mahogany will brighten your sallow complexion in the reflection." Without another word, she turned, sashaying from the room and leaving Snow alone.

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Thanks for checking my story out! I really appreciate it 😄 This is my first story, so I'm still playing around with it, but I hope you liked it! And I hope I'll get another chapter up soon!!!
~Michelle <3