I know, I know.. It's been a million years and I've rewritten this story a million times, but better than nothing!


Once upon a time, there was a lonely teenage seventeen of age. She walked the halls of Forks High school all by herself while desperate to not attract the attention of others. She longed to for her fairy godmother in hopes of attending the ball.

I suppose that's how it would start if my life was a fairy-tale, but unfortunately it is far from.

As I made my way to the cafeteria lunch table with my food, I managed to trip over my own two shoes which sent my lunch flying two tables from me. I looked up and saw Mike and Jessica covered in today's serving of food.

This would happen to me.

Jessica, The Snow Queen as I call her, stood up and wiped food off her face and chest. Her face looked quite murderous and I was sure I had a total of five seconds before she started screaming. I quickly scrambled to get off the floor as her face got redder and redder.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Look, I'm sorry but it was just an accident," I replied, "No harm done!"

"No harm done?" Jessica took a step toward me and continued, "No harm done? I'm covered in spaghetti! Gross cafeteria spaghetti!"

I didn't even try to defend myself as the icy Snow Queen flipped her long, perfectly highlighted brown hair and stormed off while Mike Newton followed after telling me that I was useless.

He's right. The thought appalled me. How could I live in a world where Mike Newton was right?

I could feel my eyes burning as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

Fuck it. Fuck them. Fuck it all.
I ran to the upstairs girl's washroom knowing nobody usually went in there. There was no possible way I could go home. Being humiliated and yelled at by The Snow Queen was a million times better than facing my horrid Aunt. Aunt Hellen makes The Snow Queen look like Snow White and that was a hard thing to do.

I shut the nearest cubicle and rolled up the ratty sleeves of my shirt. Tattooed on my wrist like a bracelet were the words "Someday My Prince Will Come" I got it a year after my father died and the Dragon, Aunt Hellen, showed her true colours. Dad and I used to ready fairytales before bed every night. I remember the happy endings full of love and I remember how everything turned out well in the end. Dad had promised me that when the time came he would be watching me and guiding me to my Prince Charming. He told me that a true Prince would always take care of me, but years later my father is dead and my Prince is nowhere in sight to save me from the evil, cold-hearted Snow Queen and the Fire-Breathing Dragon that is my Aunt.

I stayed in the cubicle for a long time because all of a sudden I heard the final bell and the voices of students in the hall. I waited until everything was clear and walked home fully knowing how much shit I would be in because I was late.

I walked into the house to find the Dragon sitting in her favourite chair with frustrated look on her face.

"Where the hell have you been for the past two hours?" She said, on the verge of yelling.

"I had to stay and help a teacher and I couldn't find a way to get out of it."

She knew I was lying as she was waiting for more.

"Aunt Hellen, I am so sor-" I was cut of by the sound of her hand connecting with my cheek. It wasn't until I felt a sharp pain that I realized what had happened. My hand flew to my cheek on instinct and I saw red. I'm so sick of this. This stops tonight.

"Don't tell me you're sorry, you little bitch." The Dragon hissed.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't." I hissed right back.

She looked surprised at my comment which I took as my cue to run up the stairs to my room, but just as I was moving, I heard the doorbell ring. The Dragon turned to me with a piercing look, her eyes practically screaming thousands of warnings at me.

"Get the door," she ordered.

I hurried to the door. Once I opened it, I saw two tall men in expensive looking suits standing on the front porch.

"May I help you?" I looked up at them with confusion on my face.

"Are you Miss Isabella Swan?"

"Yes, I'm Bella." And who the fuck are you?

"Are you sure about that?" One of the men asked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I am. I mean last time I checked I wa-"

"Who are you?" The Dragon had emerged from her hiding place.

The two men took out ID cards from the pockets of their crisp black pants.

"I'm Sam Uley and this is Jacob Black. We work with the security team for the royalty of Denmark."

The Dragon laughed, "Yeah, and Isabella over here is the Queen of England."

The Dragon loves her sarcasm…

"Well, not exactly…" Mr. Black looked more like a young boy when he said this with uncertainty.

"Isabella Elizabeth Marie Swan, or should I say Swanson, is in fact royalty and needed in Denmark immediately."

I barely acknowledged Dragon's shocked face as I heard the words come out of Mr. Uley's mouth. I knew this whole situation couldn't be real, but at this point I was willing to use anything to get out of here and I wasn't going to wait until tonight.