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".


33. Justice

”Really? That’s awesome. It’s a good story.” I took a sip of my Coke, waiting for him to answer.

“Yeah I think so too. Yours is...” Hunter eyes squinted at me as his hand pointed in my direction.

“Snow White.” I quickly answered, and his face went back to normal.

“That’s cool. The only thing I’ve wondered about Cinderella is just that the prince, right?” I nodded when he paused, motioning for him to go on. ”Well, as you know Cinderella sneaks out to go to a party, meets this guy, and he claims she’s the love of his life, and then she leaves abruptly. But then after that he had to search the whole kingdom, by the shoe size. Shouldn’t he be able to recognize his great love by her face, even though she isn’t wearing the same dress?” He smiled when I cracked up. I hadn’t ever thought of it that way. These projects were really opening up the different truths in our beloved fairy tales.

“That is so true! Why hadn’t I ever questioned that? It’s hilarious when you think about it.” We laughed for a bit after that. I told him about my project, although I hesitated a bit in the start. Then the words just flowed out of my mouth. The real story of what happened. Hunter listened to me in awe when I told him this.

“…and I haven’t finished the story yet, but I can’t wait to read more.”

“That is crazy! Wow, I hadn’t ever thought of Snow White as the bad guy. Could you send me the link for that? I’ll read it sometime.” He smiled genuinely, and I couldn’t help think how sweet he was.

”Yeah sure.. How?” I was getting a bit nervous by all this interaction with Hunter, but I liked it. I wasn’t completely alone at school anymore. And he was nice. Double win. I ran my fingers through my hair, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

“Do you have Facebook? ‘Cause if you do, you could send it to me there.” I just nodded. I hadn’t ever been asked like that. He really did want to talk to me, and he was interested in Snow White. He grabbed a napkin and scribbled down his account name and his e-mail.

“Thanks.” I said as I studied the name. Hunter Cavill. Suddenly I felt like checking out Facebook again. I thanked my past self for not deleting my account. He smiled at me and I returned the favor.

In the background I could hear Mark and Jack having fun at their table with Maria and Ashley. Here we go again. I thought they had just entered, because they were all we could hear now.

“They really like those girls huh?” Hunter said, his eyes fixed on the scenery before us, his voice hardening.

“Yep. Have been chasing them for about two years now, but nothing ever seems to happen. The girls are always stringing them along, but I don’t think they plan on anything with them.”

“That’s sick. Either just be friends, or say what they feel instead of that. It’s cruel.”

“Pretty much. But I don’t think they’ll ever stop.” Our conversation became silent after that. There was a reason though. I could hear elaborate footsteps behind me, and could already sense what was about to happen. Before I could even imagine the most awful scenario, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Hunter gazed upwards to a figure behind me, his eyes filling with anger.

“So what do we have here? You guys are really bonding huh? Well, isn’t that nice.” Mark’s gruff voice said louder than he usually would. He wasn’t just looking for a scene, no, he wanted to humiliate us. Hunter spoke up.

”We were having a conversation. Do you have problem with that?” He said in a polite, but also aggressive manner. Oh no. Why did this keep happening? Couldn’t they just leave us alone?

“Nah, it’s just that I haven’t seen this one speak for over two years.” Mark pinched my shoulder slightly, with his hand still resting on my collarbone. “What did you do to her?”

“I just sat with her. Which it seems none of you have ever tried doing, so I do not understand why you are so confused. I just talked to her. Not so hard to do actually, if you gave it a try.” Most of the other students had turned their eyes toward us, and it made me feel overly uncomfortable. I didn’t like the attention Mark had forced upon us, but it was amazing that Hunter had the guts to stand up to him.

As an answer, Mark began talking to the whole crowd now, craving everyone present’s attention.

“Can you believe this guy?” He huffed. “Been here for two weeks, and he thinks he owns this place. But here’s some news buddy. You don’t.” Jack started laughing at this remark, which made everyone else do it too. A stern look flushed across Hunter’s face. His shoulders tensed, and he glared at Mark as he slowly raised himself from the chair. He looked…dangerous. Threatening.

”And you do? You are unbelievable. Have I done anything to you? Nope. Yet here you are, judging me for sitting with Raven. Is that it?” Hunter looked him right in the eye. For a moment Mark glanced back at his normal crew, who encouraged him with thumbs-ups and condescending laughs. Refreshed he turned his attention back to us and crossed his arms. I was staring hopelessly into the table, and my cheeks burned when Hunter had mentioned my name. The whole school was hungrily listening to each word being exchanged, so they would have something to talk about. Gossip.

“Please. I rule this school, and I was actually doing you a favor. This girl has never been social, and then all of a sudden you prance in, and magically becomes her friend. Yeah right. She doesn’t want to talk to you, so you might as well leave her alone, before she tells you herself.” Anger flushed inside me. So Mark knew me well enough to create that big a scene? No. He craved attention from anything and anyone. I didn’t want to do so, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I couldn’t bear the thought of letting him get away with this.

Hunter was outraged. I could see this look in his eyes… almost scary. It was filled with hate, and I could see unresolved issues, bubbling up inside him. He was about to pounce at Mark when I too stood up.

“Mark, just leave us alone. Go annoy someone who actually cares.” Cold. That what was I tried to convince him I was, but I don’t think that was the message I was sending.

“Wow. This is a feisty one eh? Well, Hunter, have fun with her. Such a joy.” Mark replied, the sarcasm etched in his voice.

Hunter tried a different tactic after that. He didn’t look angry, but as if he had just realized something. With his right hand he pointed at Mark.

“I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re trying to be the tough guy, the bad-ass. The one who will always get into a fight. And I know why.” Hunter leaned over on his right so his hand was now pointing straight at Ashley and Maria.

“Those two chicks over there. Trying to impress them with your bravery?” He chuckled as Mark’s face turned slightly red. He tried to suppress it, but he was clearly embarrassed. With a slightly wavering voice he retorted: “Yeah right. I do what I want, when I want. Because I can. Well, I’ll let you two eat in peace, but take this discussion as a warning. You got yourself into a mess, man.” Mark was just about to turn around when Hunter answered icily.

“So did you. But I think I can decide for myself who I want to sit with. But I know I ain’t gonna be sitting with you. You’re a jerk.” Mark didn’t reply, but kept on walking towards his table, the laughter echoing through the cafeteria. During the whole conversation all of the students had been gasping with ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahs’.That confrontation was clearly a disaster on Mark’s part. Part of his image had just been damaged and I couldn’t be happier about it.

------------Authors Note-----------

I can't explain how happy I am, that you guys are reading my story, commenting, favoriting and liking. It means the world to me, and I want all of you to know that.

Thank you. It is all I can say, yet not enough times. I want y'all to know that I mean it completely and truly, from the bottom of my heart. You're amazing.

Thank you.

(The story is not yet finished, there are more chapters to come, but I just wanted to tell you all how appreciative I am.) 


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