My name is Ivory Lennon Grimm. My tale is the opposite of what a fairytale is supposed to be. Fairytales are made to start out with a pretty face and a sad sob story, and end with a life lesson and a gorgeous prince who owns about two Ferraris, four mansions, and a butler name Bob. While other girls don't have to worry about getting the perfect guy, I'm pretty sure my prince charming blocked me in Facebook. I'll bet you all my Star Wars posters that I got the 'beast', the 'grouch', the 'toad', but instead of turning into an Abercrombie and Fitch model, he'll just dump me after he finds out that I kiss as bad as Jasper sings. So in other words, I have no experience in dating or getting out of awkward situations. I blame it on my luck, that dang thing ran out years ago. And to make it better, there's this person who's bugging me and telling me what to do. He doesn't even want to show his face. Weird huh? Guess what makes it weirder. He is doing the exact same thing to this other guy I hate. No, not that hate that later turns into love like all those cliche chic-flic stories. No, I hate him with a passion. Realised it yet? We have to work together to know who the hell is sending us these threats. Hell. No. Let me introduce you to The Blackmailer. Btw stop reading this and press that button that says 'Start Reading'. Maybe even vote, comment and share. Don't worry, I might even not blackmail you to do it ;).