A/N: Sadly enough, I don't have anything important to say. So, uh, yeah…read on.


Life is not fair. It is not a glamarous fairytale from some innocent storybook.

Storybooks, which are exposed to little children every single day, are dangerous. Why? Well, probably because an important topic is not touched: the harshness of reality. Hence the kid ends up clueless and naive. Cinderella marries Prince Charming, who is a complete stranger to her (honestly, they only had one night together), but supposedly lives happily ever after. Some optimistic Bunny decides to compete for the title of Bunny Who Grew the Biggest Carrot at the fair, and yes, ends up with the blue ribbon. Fierce Dragon kidnaps Princess (Insert Name), but Knight/Prince-In-Shining-Freakin'-Armour kills said dangerous Dragon with a mere prick of his sword, and rescues the divinely beautiful and angelic Princess.

Okay, the reality is this: the episodes in your life won't always end right. You won't always end up content. Relationship with Prince Charming doesn't last, the blue ribbon goes to someone else, or Dragon kills Knight/Prince by flicking him off the boulder he's bravely standing on. Harsh, but true. Storybooks lie.

My life is definitely not close to being a storybook.Trust me, it's too much of a labyrinth. Mrs. Anderson, you've probably figured out by now that this assignment isn't about skipping after butterflies, blowing bubbles, daisies, or playing "fetch the stick" with dogs. This is about a certain episode in my life, containing the ups, the middles, and the many (and I mean many) downs.

Yeah, I was stupid. I was stupid enough to think that all would actually turn out right in the end. If truth be told, it hadn't. If it had, I wouldn't be writing this assignment this way. If things went the opposite way—the way they were supposed to—I would be rambling on about how happy I am, or some shit like that. But as you can tell, things went wrong.

I'm speaking in riddles. Well, all I have to say is that once you finish reading this story, you'll understand. And now come a request: Mrs. Anderson, please keep this private. In case you haven't noticed at this time, this is of very personal nature. I would be devastated if this spread around in school.

Trust me, it happens. Please be careful.


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