Cinderella, Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, Sleeping Beauty.... Yes, the perfect fairy tale princesses with no problems, and the perfect endings. You'd expect their children to be the same, but growing up in the 2000's and 2010's, they AREN'T perfect (they have problems), and they DON'T get the perfect endings!


13. Liana's Story-Part One

"Hey, Liana, have you seen the new girl?" Galina whispered quickly to me.

It was the beginning of second period Social Studies on a Monday. Third period was next...the dreaded Health class.

"Yeah, Galina. She's, like the ugliest thing I've EVER seen! I've heard that her dress came from the streets of New's made out of a McDonald's burger wrapper!" I whispered back. Of course, the part about the McDonald's wrapper was something that I made up, but at least it was juicy.

We giggled.

"Have you anything to say to the class, Galina and Princess Liana-Peter?" The voice of Mrs.Cardigan rang through the class.

"No, ma'am," Galina answered.

"Actually, I would like to say something to the class, Mrs.Cardigan," I said bravely. Everyone looked at me as if I were crazy. Mrs.Cardigan even raised an eyebrow. "Well, okay, then, Princess Liana-Peter, come say whatever it is to the class."

I sashayed up to the front of the class. Everyone bowed out of custom to me as I walked down the aisle. It was like the scene in Jaws, where Jaws is coming up to eat the girl, except this time, the girl was coming up to eat Jaws.

I looked at Mrs.Cardigan teasingly, then turned to the class, cleared my throat, and smiled. "My fellow students, we should have a bacon-maker in class. We should also have a pet panda. Thank you, and good night!" I held my hands up in two peace signs. I walked back to my seat, and, of course, people bowed.

Everyone was quiet the rest of the class. I guess they were shocked I faced Goliath and actually told a joke...and especially surprised that I didn't get in trouble.

It was lunch. Me and the gang were sitting at our table, peacefully minding our own business and getting into other people's business. Everything was just peachy cream...until the new girl sat down. "Hey, is this seat taken?"

We looked at each other. An easy target, a loud lunch...everything was perfect for the attack.

"What's your name?" I asked sweetly.

"Constantina. Is this seat taken?"


"That's a nice dress," Galina said.


"It probably was only thrown away 15 years ago."

Constantina looked, shocked, at Galina.

"No, I really like it. I also like your perfume," Galina said. "The smell of grease mixed with wart hog armpit sweat is perfect for you. It really fits."

Constantina's eyes welled up with tears. This was getting fun.


"Lunch sure was fun, right, Liana?" Galina asked.

"Sure was!"

We were walking to Health. Suddenly, the loud speaker came on. "Can Her Majesty Liana-Peter Williams please report to the office to check out?"
I looked up for a second, confused. "Well, okay, bye then, Gals, see you later!"

I found Mom in the office with an unusually stern look on her face.


"Where are we going, Mom?" I asked as we climbed in the car.

"To get scans done at the hospital," she said calmly.

"What kinda scans?"

"I'll tell you later."

"How long?"

"However long. Trust me, there's going to be nothing wrong with you. It's just to be safe."

"Fine, Mom," I said, crossing my arms and looking out the window.


"LEEEEEAAAANNNNNAAAA!" My father's voice came down the hallway. He sounded as if he'd been crying.

"Coming, Dad!" I lied. I was listening One Direction's new album, and I did NOT want to leave my room.

"Now, Lili, come NOW!"

He knew me all too well.

"I said I'm coming!" I opened my door and ran down the hall, down the stairs, and through the large opening in the wall that lead to the ball room. My parents were almost always in the ballroom. They say that it's "the perfect place for taking selfies". 

In the middle of the room, Mom and Dad were standing with concerned looks on their faces. They were holding papers.

"Hey, Mom, hey, Dad. What's up?" I asked.

"Lili, darling, we've got to tell you something," Mom said, wrinkling here eyebrows. Her hair was white since she was born, but it seemed to become even more white since she was becoming older. 

"What is it?"
"Remember when you got those scans a few weeks ago?"

"I remember. You checked me out in the middle of Health. You saved my life!"

Dad stepped forward. "Darling, you might not live very long."
This hit me hard. What did he mean, not live long?

"What do you mean?" I asked, and realized that my voice was trembling.

"We won't sugar coat this. You have lung cancer."

My eyes welled up with tears. I tried to say something, but all that came out was,"Mmmmmom, hold me!"

"Come here, dear," Mother said. She began to cry. "Come to Momma..."


We sat in the chair for hours, her holding my body that was shaking from crying, me holding onto her for dear life. I was trying to calm down enough to ask one question...

"How long will I live?" I asked at last.

Mother looked at me with tears in her eyes. "No more than 3 years, they said."

Only three years until I'm dead. 16 years. That means I probably won't live to see my graduation.

I started thinking about school. Oh, no, I thought, remembering the new kid. I am the biggest brat in the school. I am the meanest girl in the school. I've been gossiping my whole life. What will I do?
I got an idea, a plan. It hit me like a bolt out of the blue. I decided then and there that I would do it, too. I would become the best student in school, the nicest kid ever. So what if I wasn't popular anymore? I didn't care. I would do it. I would no matter how far I had to go.

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