CHAPTER ONE

Many are times when people might say that a fairytale is all they need. Others wishing on a well with whispers and thoughts, or so they might say mere luck or not. But sadly we fade in the world like dust and ice.

The wind blows and the air rages. A day you might say it could rain but all i see are clouds, a sun battling to appear and the trees slowly blowing. The window goes bang ! The sound of it i hear.

Luck, wishes are they true or not , can they make a single wish come true in such a big world. Certainly not but yet it seems like a dream on a very cold day. Not sure weather it's a good dream or not but all i know is it's real if you think of it.

A young girl sitting on her chair wishing she had a better life. Yet what brings her down in the dilema is that wishes, good luck or magic is not real.

She sees the wind blowing and the trees shaking , and the sun appearing and disappearing. The time seems to be ticking very slowly. She waits for a chance not a prince in this story. Princes are long gone but she sees one in her dream. His hair short and black, his eyes so radient ,you can say he has some authority or something. His face and skin looks pale like that of a model, with a faded smile. You can say he is calm and chill. He wears a long leather white jacket with black shoes and a golden wrist watch on his arm. He looks to be nineteen or twenty of age and very tall. Oh he might be her dream guy, she doesn't know weather his real or not. Is it a dream she asks and sits back.

What's more amazing is that she is seventeen soon she will be eighteen, yet her prince is two years older. They have never met and she doesn't know his name. She might be seventeen but she thinks like a twenty year old. She thinks maybe she might meet with her prince one day in the future. She has dreams to fulfill not chase. She dreams of becoming an author but she doesn't have the resources yet. She completed senior school and she looks after her dear siblings, you might say she is responsible or so she is.

She thinks of becoming an author, she loves to write and feels its what expresses her better. She is shy yet clever. Doesn't talk to many people but with those she is familiar with. She has brown eyes and dark black short hair, her complexion is dark and she is quite short. She has small hands and big eyes. Her hair is sholder length and thick. She loves to read, to sing and to write.

All she wants is a pathway that connects her to a world as an author and a talented person.she always wants to learn from experience, yet people call her proud. They don't know her much but in her world education, grades and intelligence is what makes a person. She doesn't believe that herself she thinks of life as a test in which one can revise if they fail or let themselves fade in like others. She wants to make a difference, but her very world brings her down.she believes as long as a person has the ability, he or she is capable.

When she writes either her books on a paper or a small dairy, she gives her best friend to read and compliment it. Her work is not recognised yet or so she says. But she hopes for a better life. To her she might say her story is that of a fairytale but without magic.