I'm not a Princess

Harriet's POV :

I entered my house shaking. I touched my tattoo, it still burns. I don't get it. Why me over all the people? Something's wrong. This doesn't make sense.

I remember everyone staring at my wrist. It was plastered on their faces that they were also confused. The staring and the whispers were so much that I run straight home. I didn't care that I missed my lessons, about half of them were pointless now that I know my character.

Laura who was standing besides me clutched her wrists. I expected her to be filled with excitement but the look on her face told me something was wrong. Before I could say anything she run out of the auditorium leaving me dumbstruck. Maybe she didn't get the fairytale character she was hoping for.

I got another shock today. It turns out Kayla, the sweetest girl ever, also known as the school's sweetheart was chosen as the evil queen. I felt pity towards her. Over all her kindness and humility she was chosen as Malificent. I wonder if she would be able to live up to that name or face the consequences.

I watched her as tears were streaming down her face. It was too sad to watch her pull her hair and repeatedly scream. No one wants to poison someone then get killed by seven small men.

I threw myself on my bed. I looked at my tattoo again. I can't believe it. Someone knocked on my door which I assume is Phillip, my older brother. He's pretty much my only relative. Our parents passed away four years ago. They died the day my school was chosen to continue the generation of fairytales. I closed my eyes, I don't remember that tragic day.

Philip came into my room with a bowl full of ice cream and in his other hand a basket of muffins. " I didn't know if you're happy or sad about your fairytale character so I brought ice cream for you to eat your sadness away and muffins to celebrate" he said.

"I'll take the the ice cream". He stared at me with a blank face before replying" So do I have to throw the muffins out?". I giggled at his remark. " You can keep it if you want but save some for me"

" So who picked you, Jasmine, Aurora or Belle?"

" I'm not a princess if that's what you're thinking"I said whilst taking a large bite out of my ice cream.

" Oh so you're one of the three little pigs because you're hogging all the ice cream" I threw my pillow at him.

" No. I'm actually the fairy godmother" I held my breath waiting for his reaction.

" I'm sorry but I can't tell if you're joking or not"that made me throw another pillow at his face.

" Okay okay but why are you sad about it" he looked confused as everyone else. I know never in his life would he ever think I'd be chosen to be the fairy godmother. I don't blame him, I would laughed in your face if you told me told a day ago,no, even this morning that I'd be chosen to be the fairy godmother.

" Oh come on Phil, me a fairy godmother. That means I don't get a happily ever after I give happily ever afters. I also have to curse others. So my whole life is based on making wishes and I'm supposed to look like I'm enjoying it"

" Maybe that's a good thing. Kindness is the best treasure after all". Phil held my hand and touched my tattoo before speaking again.

" At least you have a better future than others. Be grateful for what you have " I remembered Kayla at the moment but I wanted to keep on protesting.

" You don't get it. All my life I have masked my frown with a smile so that I don't get on anyone's bad side but now I have to the same for my future."

" Who said you have to be nice all the time as far as I know your future is settled you can be a badass if you want, nothing's going to change."

I listened to Phil's words carefully. I think he's right, who said I should pretend to happy just to make others like me. I can be the badass fairy godmother.