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".

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6. Once Again

 

That school day had been the longest of my life. I felt drawn to the story I had found on the internet and I couldn’t wait to get home, so I could read more. It felt like hours before the bell rang. Tick, tock, tick, tock, said the clock. I tried to entertain myself, scribbling drawings on my papers, creating different ending scenarios of Snow White. But it wasn’t easy escaping the solemn sound of Ms. Seldinger, going on and on about the French Revolution. I would have found it interesting, since I actually like history, but she had this way of making everything she said as long as possible. She never let us ask questions. She just talked for a straight hour, and then gave us ten pages to read. I hated her.

When I came home I rushed into my room, almost not noticing my father, Trenton Campbell, the successful business man. When I saw his huge grin, I stepped back and ran straight into his arms. I almost never saw him, and when I did it was the best feeling in the world. We stood there, hugging each other for five minutes, before we finally broke apart. He was wearing a black Gucci suit, along with a big Rolex watch. Even though I never said it out loud, my dad had serious style.

“Hey Rav’, how you been doing?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s been fine. Although I’ve missed you! How was Abu Dhabi? Did you finish the contract with Mr. Smith?” I answered, overwhelmed with joy.

“I’ve missed you to hun,” he bent over and kissed me on my forehead. He had done that ever since I was a child. “And Abu Dhabi was amazing! The culture, the warmth, the food. But sadly I didn’t get to see much of it, since we were cooped up in offices all day.”

“But I did see the desert, and it was amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it. Oh, you should’ve been there. But you can almost see it.” He said with a hint gleaming in his eyes. He slid a disc across the table. This gave me an uneasy feeling.  

“Dad, what is this?”

“It’s the pictures Abu Dhabi!” my father answered enthusiastically. “But dad… We always see these photos together. So why are you giving this to me?”

"I’m sorry darling, but I have some bad news. I have to go back to Abu Dhabi for another month, before we’re done with the deal. And I ship out tomorrow.” He sounded deeply remorseful, as if he had been dreading this moment. Disappointment filled my stomach. He was supposed to stay for a whole week. This always happened, he never had time for us. This angered me, even though I knew it wasn’t his fault, it was for the sake of his precious company. But I was getting really tired of it.  

“What about Mom? When are you going to tell her?” I looked him in the eyes. Different emotions flashed through me, even though I tried to compress it. Anger, jealousy, sadness, disapointment. But mostly I felt betrayed. 

“I’m going over to her work right now, to tell her. Are you gonna be okay?” he asked, sincerely trying to perceive my feelings.

“Yeah I guess. Say hi to her for me” We hugged and within a minute, my father was walking out of our door once again.  I decided to immerse myself in my project. Snow White, here I come.

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