Hey! This is my first Short Story ever posted! I hope you like it. If possible, please ignore the grammar mistakes. Ugh. I wish I came from England or something...

Anyhow, I showed this to my mom and it made her cry. It's kind of like poetry, just without the rhyme, more like a short story in other words.

Enjoy!

Rating: PG - PG13

A tale of Princesses and Princes © Sania Davodi


A tale of Princesses and Princes.

There stands a girl on the schoolyard.
She bounces her ball against a brick wall. Bounce, boune, bounce.
But no one catches it, not one throws it in return.
All the other girls play Jump Rope.

A girl walks across the schoolyard.
She asks if she can join them; jump ropes too.
She can't.
No, for they won't let her play.

A girl weeps in a dark corner of the schoolyard.
Reticently. No one hears her.
She fades away slowly.
Home to safety.

Safety?

The girl tiptoes into the dark hallway.
Passes the piles of laundry no one ever cared to wash.

She's not quiet enough, as someone hears her.
"What are you doing home? Why aren't you at school?"
She makes up an excuse.
Her conscious whispers another.
"Get back to school! I have no time for you!"


The girl doesn't go back to school.
She travels far off, to her own corner.
The corner that lies safe, far from reality.

The parking lot feels strangely familiar.
A pungent smell of petrol soothes her.
The grey, scorching asphalt burns againt her thies as she sits down.
Here she's able to think fluently of all the things that are wrong in this world.
She realizes her own world is much better.

Safe.

A place where all the princesses and princes are courageous.
Where even the dragons are kind, and the people all live in beautiful castles.

The girl shuts her eyes and sees herself on the dragon's back.
Imagines how she commands it to burn the Jump Rope Girls.
They'll see!

When she arrives as a princess.
Beautiful, with golden locks.
When her imaginative prince, and dragons turn real.
Then they'll see.


***


There stands a girl in the school hallway.
She leans against her locker, books tightly pressed against her chest.
The corridor is packed with people, faces, and bodies shoving against each other.
Papers and notes fly over her head, the sound level is high.


The Jump Rope Girls are still there.
But the jump ropes are long since forgotten.
They stand there whispering.
Whispering of things you are expected to whisper of.
Boys, mape-up, horses, and music.


There stands a girl in the school hallway.
They glance at her and hiss.
She stands there, lonely, only her thoughts to accompany her.

Suddenly the most handsome and popular boy walks up to her.
She doesn't know how to interpret the sly smile that spreads across his face.
He doesn't greet her, just smirks with a poisonous glare.
He forcefully shoves her agains the cold metal of the locker, and fiercly puts his mouth upon hers.
He fumbles with his hands, touching her sensitive blossoming body.
Pushes his knee agianst her groin.
The girl drops her mathbook.
Runs away, frightened.


The parking lot is long gone.
Her corner long since buried under a shopping center
But her own world still excists.

The princess is now even more beautiful.
The dragons are in another shape.
The tower stronger.


A girl sits on a park bench.
She gazes down at her hands.
Her lips are still swollen.
Her heart sores worse than her breasts.
She knows it wasn't love.
She sees it very clearly.

Was this my first touch?
She thinks while tears roll down her cheeks.
The small girl is still in her.
When I come back, she thinks.

I'll be more beautiful than the others.
Golden locks and a tiara made from the purest of gold.
My prince, he loves me.
Yes, they'll see..


***


There lies a young woman in a bed.
It's not her own bed.
Her head aches worse than her body does.
The hangover makes her feel like she's about to vomit.

Next to her there lies a man.
He's older than her.
Twice as old.


She sneaks up and gathers her clothes.
Quickly pulls them on to cover her naked skin.
Her skinny 16-year old body.


There sits a young woman on a bus.
She thinks of last night.
Nothing is clear.
Memories slowly float up to the surface.
Cold, and bruised.

She fumbles with something in her bag.
There it is.

Safety.

Tonight she'll smoke it.
Dissappear into another world.
Just like she did last night.
And the night before that.


Her prince fell in battle.
The dragons flew away.
The castle was wrecked.
The princess died long ago.

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THE END

Woah.
Powerful stuff.
Wonderful story.

~Stacy~