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".


3. Fairytales

“What I expect from you for this assignment are the following: a) a three page analysis of your fairytale for me and b) a presentation of some sort for the class to hear about your research. You could for example use PowerPoint for the latter. Any questions?” Mr. Robertson explained.
    “What’s the timeframe?” A sweet girl named Lisa asked.
    “You have until next Monday, so a week. Any others?.”
His question was met by dead silence. “Okay, so this whole project will be a big factor in determining your grade for this season. I hope you all live up to your own levels and try to expand your abilities. You are all so capable and I created this assignment to have a creative twist to it. Take advantage of it! Really use it to go beyond your limits and see where it takes you.” He was very motivating in his small speeches.
    “I can see you rolling your eyes, Mr. Hanford. Please take this seriously. Remember you choose your grade, not me. If you put effort into a paper I’ll be the first to see.”
Mark Hanford was the school quarterback, which instantly gained him popularity. He was brunette, very muscular and had a flair for the dramatic. He was also the class-clown by making snide comments about the teachers or anyone else he didn’t really like. Mark didn’t care about homework, his values were more focused on getting laid and partying.
    His best friend and partner in crime’s name was Jack Pierce and he was woven from the same thread called I-have-a-sucky-personality as Mark was. He had dirty blonde hair, grey eyes and was tall and lean. He was a swimmer so his body was quite stunning to be honest and if I didn’t know him, I would be in awe of his beauty.
    But sadly, as I afore mentioned these two were the fundament of my statement, that this class consisted mostly of assholes. Maybe that wasn’t right of me to say, or maybe it was just these two that bugged me so much I disliked the class as an entirety. This didn’t include Mr. Robertson though, he was so sweet.




I liked the assignment we had gotten. Growing up going to a private school, reports and Powerpoints was basically all we did so I thought it would be a piece of cake. I could not have more wrong.

     “Hey Rav! Who’d you get?” Jack called from the back. I took a short, sharp breath before smiling and turning around to face him.
    “Snow White. How about you?” I knew he didn’t want to talk to me for conversations sake, he was just trying to get attention and act cool in front of the others, so I remained calm and collected. He would not get the satisfaction of acting demeaning to me.
    “Uuuuh Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!” he cooed. “Gee, I sure do wonder what happened during the nights in that house of seven men and one woman.” He cackled with sarcastic laughter. “Well, I got Little Red Riding Hood. This’ll be a fun one.” Jack lifted his feet onto the table, sitting there as if he owned the place. He knew the hot girls in the class were looking at him and man was he savoring it. 

     “Can’t wait to hear about it.” I answered him. Poor Red Riding Hood. I feared already that he would make her seem very stupid in his depiction of her story.

I was glad that I had gotten Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. My mother had read it to me many times as a child so it was nostalgic to me. My mind was already racing, replaying the story in fast flashes of memories.

The rest of school was a blur. Nothing special happened, other than I tripped and fell in the hall, making everyone burst out laughing. So when I came home, I decided to get started. Why waste time?

As my computer was loading, snow began to fall outside. Small flakes landed softly on the old grass in my backyard. It was late in November, so winter was forthcoming. I was hypnotized by the snow. So simple, yet so beautiful and graceful.    

When Google opened I carefully typed in the words: The Tale of Snow White. 

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