The Other Side of the Story

The normal high school student, Raven, needs to analyse the famous fairy tale of Snow White. Thinking this as easy, she soon uncovers the truth about the perfect Snow White, and realizes it is much deeper, raw and tragic than the story we all know so "well".


19. Change

When my tears had dried out, and I could breathe again I finally sat up. Time to do homework. I blew my nose and inhaled a big mouthful of air before I got started. Cross-legged I sat on my bed and as I reached for the computer, I realized how little time I had. Four days to make a two page analysis and a power point. I was so glad I had the weekend to do it all if I lagged behind. I put my hair up in a pony tail and decided to begin.

I lifted the screen and quickly clicked on my favorites. As it loaded I checked my Facebook account, which I rarely did. The first thing that popped up was Mark’s status:

“I hate school. I mean Sleeping Beauty? COME ON. Screw it, I’ll just dump school on Monday :D”

Twenty four likes. Classic.

I shut it down, remembering why I never liked Facebook. I should deactivate my account. Nothing interesting ever happened, and none of it was related to me. I didn’t understand why I had made one in the first place.

Excitement filled my stomach as I saw the story was loaded. Again I found my pillow and blankets and wrapped them securely around my cold body.  

The forest had fallen silent. It had already been so, but no one knew of the murder that had occurred. Or attempt.

When Ravenna had returned to the castle, she knew hope was lost. Snow White was dead and there was nothing she could do now to prevent it. The atmosphere was buzzing. Servants were bustling about, cleaning up, making food, and fulfilling tasks. It all seemed so loud. Every scratch, every step made a clear impact in Ravenna’s mind. When she couldn’t take it anymore she rushed to her room and lay on her bed. She sent the working servants away, and asked them to leave her alone. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her torn soul told them not to. Hope was lost.

A couple of hours prior the King had decided to go hunting. He told himself to go once the snow had stopped pouring down from the sky. To make the time pass he groomed the horse he would use. Chestnut. The brown fur of the horse shined in the light of the forest, once he led the pretty animal out of the stable. The King mounted the majestic leather saddle fastened tightly around Chestnut’s stomach.  Chestnut ran elegantly through the ice crusted snow, with the King on his back and his hunting rifle in hand.

No animals were to be seen, not even any squirrels. Losing his good spirit the King almost turned back. But he persisted in himself to keep going. And it led him to stumble upon a sight that would change his life.

- End of chapter twelve.

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