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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15. Wednesday

Ahh, so that’s where the dwarfs come in, I thought as the chapter ended. I would have read more, but my father stepped into my room.

“Hey Rav’, it’s almost 11 pm. Shouldn’t you go to bed soon?” he asked, clearly happier than before. A smile involuntarily spread across my lips, even though I still wanted to be angry with him. I missed him so much. His eyes lightened when he saw me smiling at him.

“Yeah I guess so.” I shut down my computer screen and hugged him. “Goodnight, Dad. I can’t wait to see you again.” A tear fell down my cheek, and my throat closed up as I spoke.

“Me too. I love you honey.” We broke apart and he silently left my room.

After that I got ready for bed. As I lay with my head rested on my soft pillow, I thought of all the memories with my father. Beach trips, picnics, lazy Sundays, and breakfast together each morning. Happiness spread within me, even though I knew those memories were far away. I slowly drifted off into the peaceful bliss of sleep, and my dreams were filled with bikes, eggs and bacon, green grass, and the soft sound of waves undulating on the beach.

 

When I rose, I heard the sound of a car pulling out of the driveway. Dammit. I should’ve left a note, or something. I knew my father would be impossible to reach while working, so now I would have to wait a full month, before being able to contact him.

After a slow morning of finding clean clothes, eating breakfast and listening to the badly disguised sobs coming from the bathroom, I felt really tired. Each night I would stay up late, thinking who cares, but then every morning I would wake up and hate myself for the late night. My eyes were drooping.

The sobs were clearly my mother. She always hated when dad left, and got really emotional. I wished she would stop; it always hurt listening to her. She used to be the strongest woman in the world, but now she fell apart each time he left. I could relate, but sometimes I wished she would pull herself together. For me.

 

School was boring as ever, and as if to match my feelings it started raining outside. In English, Mr. Robertsen asked us all how our projects were going. To this, Jack answered: “I’ve really enjoyed spending time on my computer researching the story of Little Red Riding Hood.” He said sarcastically.

“Yeah, it’s so awesome using Google to look at pictures of Sleeping Beauty,” Mark chimed in. The whole class started murmuring in agreement, along with a couple of laughs. Mr. Robertsen, being the cool teacher he is, let this slip and told us all to shut up, and give him some real answers. Tentatively I raised my hand, something I wasn’t used to. Mr. Robertsen’s face lit up, since he knew I wouldn’t mock him.

“Yes, Raven?”

“I’ve actually enjoyed this assignment.”

“That’s so great! See class, a team player! Please try and follow Raven’s example, guys. It would be so much easier if you looked at this with open eyes.” My cheeks flushed as he complimented me. The attention made me sort of uncomfortable.

“But, all in all. You have four days left, so spend them wisely!” And with that the bell rang, leaving us with the rest of our Wednesday to contend with. 

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