fairy tale
I was longing to find my prince charming.
I noticed my princess when she danced through the corridors; it was love at first sight.
My beautiful angel floated into the classroom, but she’d never fall in love with a beast.
I fell through the doorway of my new school in New York City. I knew it was going to be different this time, only because I use to live in Indiana and they never had schools that consisted of both humans and the half human/half animal sort of people. I was wondering how odd it was going to feel to see people with different sets of body parts every day, but I didn’t worry too much about it. They were beasts and I would never find them to be beautiful.
I wasn’t the most gorgeous girl on the planet but I wasn’t ugly. I determined myself as being pretty and I had a good personality, plus boys always seem to think the exact same thing. I had a date every Friday and I figured this school wouldn’t be any different and I was right. I walked into my first class and noticed a very charming boy sitting in the far right corner. He had a light grey sweater on and was wearing a studded white belt. His hair was dark brown and covered one of his eyes, leaving me with a treasure yearning to find. He was remarkably handsome and I soon found out that his name was Oliver and he was one of the richer boys in the school.
I noticed her beautiful green eyes as soon as she came in the door, she didn’t seem frightened at all. I felt like when I looked at her I could read her soul and she seemed perfect. She wore a bright pink skirt that was just over her knee, converse shoes and a t-shirt that had the band “Mae” printed on it. Her hair was so blonde that it almost looked white and she wore her makeup just perfect, not too much and not too little. I suddenly wanted to know her name, I wanted to write her a love note, but I saw she was passing notes with the girl in front of her. She smiled every time she opened it… I decided that I would greet her after class. The bell finally rang and I ran up to her and asked her, “Hey! What’s your name?”…I could feel her heart beating as fast as race horse.
I was so nervous; I knew I was speaking quickly, “My name is Alixandra, I just moved here from Indiana. You’re Oliver right? One of the richer boys in the school, I’ve heard quite a lot about you while I’ve been here…all good things of course”, and with that, I walked away. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down the hallway.
She was so beautiful, I thought. No boy will take her from me, she will become my princess someday, and we will be very happy together. I will make her mine, I will make her mine.
I walked into my next class; right then I felt an odd vibe. I noticed a person with the bottom half of their body being a horse, but their top half was a boy. He wasn’t the slightest bit handsome, but he was wearing a tight blue shirt that read the band name “The Starting Line”, his hair was dirty blonde and it was also thread over his eye. I whispered to him in the voice that boys drool over, “That’s my favorite band, I wonder if it was fate that we met”, then I sat furthest from him so he could stare at me and ponder on the words that I just squealed in his ear. His face blushed and he seemed quite nervous, but he never said a single thing to me.
She seemed to be glowing. Her voice was like drops of heaven and her skin was so pure I felt like I could see through it. I wanted to feel her casing around my bones; I wanted her to touch my beastly looking fur that covered half of my body, I wanted her to love me for whom I was. I stared at her through out the whole class, wondering who she was, where she came from. I will make her mine, I thought, I will make her become the lady that brushes my fur and cleanses my skin.
We started dating, me and my prince Charming Oliver. We soon became inseparable and soon enough I knew that we were falling in love. Our fingers were always aching by the time we got home from school from squeezing so hard, and our mouths soon enough tasted like one another. Yet, I felt something strange whenever I walked into my second hour class where Connor (the horse man) would be, he would stare at me and seem to be thinking things that I probably didn’t want to know. He knew that me and Oliver were together, but he would still slip love notes inside my locker and on some days he would bring me lilies and leave them on my desk with a note that read, “I am thinking of you, I’m always thinking of you, Love your horseman”. I always got shivers when I read them, bad shivers, always bad.
Alixandra and I started to become one soul, our arms were always tied around each other’s waists and our hearts seemed to be mended to one another’s. We were in love, but a horseman in one of her classes would always glance at her from across the class and write her love songs and bring her flowers on days when she felt ugly. I did that too, I would bring her roses and chocolates, kiss her cheek and write her letters too, but at times it seemed like she was so caught up in this animal that she never thanked me for them. I knew she adored me; she would never lust for a beast.
I was her horse man, I knew I was, because I could feel her eyes drop on me whenever she floated into the classroom and noticed the lilies that lay on her desk wrapped in silk ribbons, and she never seemed to glitter much anymore when she was around me. She was probably just hiding her feelings for me; a “princess” could never fall in love with a beast.
Connor wasn’t my prince charming, he was just a beast and I knew it. He was nice to bring me flowers to make my day a little bit brighter, but Oliver was the boy I loved. He created butterflies beneath my ribcage that grew large wings and fluttered rapidly. He was mine for always, and I was his.
I noticed a brawl was going on outside of school, on the school grounds you can get in a lot of trouble for that. I saw horse legs and human legs, Oh great, I thought, another man vs. animal fight, I wonder who’ll win this time. I recognized the shoes that the boy was wearing, beaten up black converse…that’s my boyfriend, my prince charming. I never knew he could be violent, but maybe someone was making fun of the way his tight jeans fit on his skinny legs. I ran up to the fight and all I could hear was yelling and noises of fists hitting face. The beast was Connor, he was beating on my prince, the hideous horseman was pounding my gentle boy into the ground and I wasn’t about to let it keep going on.
I didn’t know what else to do, he was cursing in my ear. He was yelling words of hatred because I had ‘kidnapped’ his one true love from his side, when I was the one that had her all along. I could feel his fist hitting my ribcage, I felt like I was exploding from the inside out. His knuckles puncturing my face, his hooves stomping on my stomach, soon enough, I could no longer feel anything. I felt limp, I could hear the people around me, but my eyes wouldn’t open and my fingers wouldn’t twitch. I heard her voice, her angel voice, it was yelling. I never thought her voice could sound so angry, so violet, but it did. She was sticking up for me; I heard a slapping noise and the sound of hooves rushing away. The others were whispering and I felt her soft fingertips on my warm face. I needed to wake up, I just needed to.
I got out of there…I never have seen her face look that way, her eyes teary, her forehead lined with sweat. Her palm hit in the side of my face, I was in shock, how could she do that to me? Her voice was devilish, not sweet like I remembered. I heard a slight hint of sympathy in it; I knew she cared about me enough for me to get out of there as soon as I could. I didn’t know why I did it; I wanted her hips and her arms around my shoulders and for her to rub her fingers through my fur, but she wanted to be with him. He needed to be gone, I needed to make her mine, but I knew in the end she would never be, I fought for her. I won the fight and yet, she would never adore me.
I was alive. I was holding on to my princess’ fingertips with the white lights glaring into my eyes. I was with her, the only thing I wanted more than anything. We were in love.
I needed him, if he hadn’t woken up, I wouldn’t know what I would do. An animal would never become my prince charming; mine was lying on the hospital bed staring into my face as if I was the most precious thing. I could never fall in love with a beast.
I noticed my princess when she danced through the corridors; it was love at first sight.
My beautiful angel floated into the classroom, but she’d never fall in love with a beast.
I fell through the doorway of my new school in New York City. I knew it was going to be different this time, only because I use to live in Indiana and they never had schools that consisted of both humans and the half human/half animal sort of people. I was wondering how odd it was going to feel to see people with different sets of body parts every day, but I didn’t worry too much about it. They were beasts and I would never find them to be beautiful.
I wasn’t the most gorgeous girl on the planet but I wasn’t ugly. I determined myself as being pretty and I had a good personality, plus boys always seem to think the exact same thing. I had a date every Friday and I figured this school wouldn’t be any different and I was right. I walked into my first class and noticed a very charming boy sitting in the far right corner. He had a light grey sweater on and was wearing a studded white belt. His hair was dark brown and covered one of his eyes, leaving me with a treasure yearning to find. He was remarkably handsome and I soon found out that his name was Oliver and he was one of the richer boys in the school.
I noticed her beautiful green eyes as soon as she came in the door, she didn’t seem frightened at all. I felt like when I looked at her I could read her soul and she seemed perfect. She wore a bright pink skirt that was just over her knee, converse shoes and a t-shirt that had the band “Mae” printed on it. Her hair was so blonde that it almost looked white and she wore her makeup just perfect, not too much and not too little. I suddenly wanted to know her name, I wanted to write her a love note, but I saw she was passing notes with the girl in front of her. She smiled every time she opened it… I decided that I would greet her after class. The bell finally rang and I ran up to her and asked her, “Hey! What’s your name?”…I could feel her heart beating as fast as race horse.
I was so nervous; I knew I was speaking quickly, “My name is Alixandra, I just moved here from Indiana. You’re Oliver right? One of the richer boys in the school, I’ve heard quite a lot about you while I’ve been here…all good things of course”, and with that, I walked away. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down the hallway.
She was so beautiful, I thought. No boy will take her from me, she will become my princess someday, and we will be very happy together. I will make her mine, I will make her mine.
I walked into my next class; right then I felt an odd vibe. I noticed a person with the bottom half of their body being a horse, but their top half was a boy. He wasn’t the slightest bit handsome, but he was wearing a tight blue shirt that read the band name “The Starting Line”, his hair was dirty blonde and it was also thread over his eye. I whispered to him in the voice that boys drool over, “That’s my favorite band, I wonder if it was fate that we met”, then I sat furthest from him so he could stare at me and ponder on the words that I just squealed in his ear. His face blushed and he seemed quite nervous, but he never said a single thing to me.
She seemed to be glowing. Her voice was like drops of heaven and her skin was so pure I felt like I could see through it. I wanted to feel her casing around my bones; I wanted her to touch my beastly looking fur that covered half of my body, I wanted her to love me for whom I was. I stared at her through out the whole class, wondering who she was, where she came from. I will make her mine, I thought, I will make her become the lady that brushes my fur and cleanses my skin.
We started dating, me and my prince Charming Oliver. We soon became inseparable and soon enough I knew that we were falling in love. Our fingers were always aching by the time we got home from school from squeezing so hard, and our mouths soon enough tasted like one another. Yet, I felt something strange whenever I walked into my second hour class where Connor (the horse man) would be, he would stare at me and seem to be thinking things that I probably didn’t want to know. He knew that me and Oliver were together, but he would still slip love notes inside my locker and on some days he would bring me lilies and leave them on my desk with a note that read, “I am thinking of you, I’m always thinking of you, Love your horseman”. I always got shivers when I read them, bad shivers, always bad.
Alixandra and I started to become one soul, our arms were always tied around each other’s waists and our hearts seemed to be mended to one another’s. We were in love, but a horseman in one of her classes would always glance at her from across the class and write her love songs and bring her flowers on days when she felt ugly. I did that too, I would bring her roses and chocolates, kiss her cheek and write her letters too, but at times it seemed like she was so caught up in this animal that she never thanked me for them. I knew she adored me; she would never lust for a beast.
I was her horse man, I knew I was, because I could feel her eyes drop on me whenever she floated into the classroom and noticed the lilies that lay on her desk wrapped in silk ribbons, and she never seemed to glitter much anymore when she was around me. She was probably just hiding her feelings for me; a “princess” could never fall in love with a beast.
Connor wasn’t my prince charming, he was just a beast and I knew it. He was nice to bring me flowers to make my day a little bit brighter, but Oliver was the boy I loved. He created butterflies beneath my ribcage that grew large wings and fluttered rapidly. He was mine for always, and I was his.
I noticed a brawl was going on outside of school, on the school grounds you can get in a lot of trouble for that. I saw horse legs and human legs, Oh great, I thought, another man vs. animal fight, I wonder who’ll win this time. I recognized the shoes that the boy was wearing, beaten up black converse…that’s my boyfriend, my prince charming. I never knew he could be violent, but maybe someone was making fun of the way his tight jeans fit on his skinny legs. I ran up to the fight and all I could hear was yelling and noises of fists hitting face. The beast was Connor, he was beating on my prince, the hideous horseman was pounding my gentle boy into the ground and I wasn’t about to let it keep going on.
I didn’t know what else to do, he was cursing in my ear. He was yelling words of hatred because I had ‘kidnapped’ his one true love from his side, when I was the one that had her all along. I could feel his fist hitting my ribcage, I felt like I was exploding from the inside out. His knuckles puncturing my face, his hooves stomping on my stomach, soon enough, I could no longer feel anything. I felt limp, I could hear the people around me, but my eyes wouldn’t open and my fingers wouldn’t twitch. I heard her voice, her angel voice, it was yelling. I never thought her voice could sound so angry, so violet, but it did. She was sticking up for me; I heard a slapping noise and the sound of hooves rushing away. The others were whispering and I felt her soft fingertips on my warm face. I needed to wake up, I just needed to.
I got out of there…I never have seen her face look that way, her eyes teary, her forehead lined with sweat. Her palm hit in the side of my face, I was in shock, how could she do that to me? Her voice was devilish, not sweet like I remembered. I heard a slight hint of sympathy in it; I knew she cared about me enough for me to get out of there as soon as I could. I didn’t know why I did it; I wanted her hips and her arms around my shoulders and for her to rub her fingers through my fur, but she wanted to be with him. He needed to be gone, I needed to make her mine, but I knew in the end she would never be, I fought for her. I won the fight and yet, she would never adore me.
I was alive. I was holding on to my princess’ fingertips with the white lights glaring into my eyes. I was with her, the only thing I wanted more than anything. We were in love.
I needed him, if he hadn’t woken up, I wouldn’t know what I would do. An animal would never become my prince charming; mine was lying on the hospital bed staring into my face as if I was the most precious thing. I could never fall in love with a beast.