My reality

Poor Beauty,much distressed,said to them,"I have indeed caused this misfortune but who could have guessed that to ask for a rose in the middle of summer would cause so much misery? But as I did the mischief,bit is only just that I should suffer for it.I will thereforebgo back with my father to keep his promise.

At first nobody would hear of it her father andbbrothersbwho loved her dearly,declared nothing should make them let her go but Beauty was firm.

As the time drew near,she divided her little possessions between her sisters and said goodbye to everything she loved.Whenbthe fatal day came she encouraged and cheered her father as they mounted together the horse which had brought him back.It seemed to fly rather than gallop but so smoothly that Beauty was not frightened.

Indeed, she would have enjoyed the journey,if she had not feared what might happen at the end of it.Her father still tried to persuade her to go back,but in vain.

While they were talking the night fell then,to their great surprise,wonderful colored lights began to shine in all direction and splendid fireworks blazed out before them;all the forest was illuminated..

They evenbfelt pleasantly warm,though it had been bitterly cold before.They reached the avenue of orange trees and saw that the palace was brilliantly lighted from roof to ground and music sounded sofily from the courtyard.

"The Beast must be very hungry,"said Beauty,trying laugh,"if he makes all this rejoicing over the arrival of his prey." But in spite of her anxiety, she admired all then wonderful things she saw.

When they had dismounted,her father led her to the little room he had been in before.Here they found a splendid fire burning and the table daintily spread with a delicious supper.

The merchant knew that this was meant for them, and Beauty,who was less frightened now that she had passed through so many rooms and seen nothing of the

Beast,was quite willing to begin for her long ride had made her very hungry.But they had hardly finished their meal,when the noise of the Beast's foorsteps was heard approaching,and Beauty dung to her father in terror which became all the greater when she saw how frightened he was.But when the Beast really appeared,

though she trembled at the sight of him,she made a great effort to hide her horror and saluted himnrespectfully.

This evidently pleased the Beast.After looking at her he said,in a tone that might have struck terror into the boldest heart,though he did not seem to be angry:

"Good evening,old man.Good evening,Beauty."

The merchant was too terrified to reply,but Beauty answered sweetly,"Good evening,Beast."

"Have you come willingly?" asked the Beast.Will you be content to stay here when your father goes away?"

Beauty answered bravely that she was quite prepared to stay.

"I am pleased with you,"said the Beast."As you have

come of your own accord,you may remain.As for you, old man,"he added,turning to the merchant,"at sunrise tomorrow take your departure.When the bell rings,get up quickly and cat your breakfast,and you will find the same horse waiting to take you home.But remember that you must never expect to see my palace again."

Then turning to Beauty,he said,"Take your father into the next room and help him choose gifts for your brothers and sisters.You will find two traveling trunks there;fill them as full as you can. It is only just that you should send them something very precious as a remembrance."

Then he went away,after saying,Goodbye,Beauty; goodbye,old man." Beauty was beginning to think with great dismay of her father's departure,bur she was afraid to disobey the Beast's orders.They went into the next room,which had shelves and cupboards all round it.

They were greatly surprised at the riches it contained.

There were splendid dresses fit for a queen,with all the ornaments to be worn with them,and when Beauty opened the cupboards,she was dazzled by the gorgeous jewels lying in heaps upon every shelf.After choosing a vast quantity,which she divided berween her sisters for she had made a heap of the wonderful dresses for".

Then I closed the book with a sigh guess it's time for dinner

If only my story went as the book beauty and the best part is the fact that I know every words. Felt I was living in her world but I wasn't.

The only thing that keeps me happy is that I have powers but beauty in the story doesn't.

The sound of cars rushing along the road makes me feel nervous. In essence anything that involves an high speed makes me feel nervous. I can't cross. I can't jump. I can't run. I can't even call Father to send a car to come pick me up.I feel my life is ruined.

"You're a princess for crying out loud Beauty. You have privileges, use them"

" I don't want to" i say looking at Jack and pouting. He's standing just beside me. He's standing just beside me and he's still wondering how i haven't been recognised yet.

You can literally see his eyes screaming the words "the heck??" to me and I chuckle internally at this.

"Are you going to keep on gloating or are you actually going to cross the road?" I stick a tongue out at him and i focus back on the road. Okay. I can do this. I can do this. I am Princess Beauty the fifth of Sydney kingdom I come from a long line of warrior queens and princesses who fought to secure a future for them and their Kings. I can do this.

I take my first step on the road and a vision reveals itself to me.

Well it's not really a vision as much as it is just me being silly but still just picture this in your mind.

The unknowing and unsuspecting raven haired princess looks at the road innocently, she looks left and she looks right and sees that the cars coming are few,not even moving at a high speed and she smiles.

She feels she can do this. She feels she can do it but yet at the last moment, a freaking jet crash lands out of the air and crushes her into bits.

Not even a single bone would be left around and i can already imagine my favorite notes and an umbrella being placed in my coffin.

"The heck would a plane even look for at a crossroad?" Jack says and i roll my eyes at him.

"It could happen. And stop reading my mind" He blanches at this. He visibly pales at this and for a moment i think it is because of the way i told him to stop reading my mind. For a moment i thought he had been hurt by my words until he rushes forward and grabs me suddenly as he drags me forward.

Skin contact is all it takes. Skin contact is all it takes as a memory comes rushing back to me.

Not just any random memory. It's his

memory.

I see as countless kids tell him to get out of their minds. I see as his brothers despise him for being the only one with gifts among them, I see as all the teachers think he cheats whenever he works hard to actually pass a test all because he can read minds.

He lets go of me and I can see the mortification in his eyes. On instinct i hug him. I hug him and I catch another memory that makes me smile. I was right after all.

"It's alright".