In a faraway land people used to call me fat and ugly I used to them naming me

after an animal, And I always been called that ay. But one day I hurriedly go back
to town and normally faced this adversary but something changed. People greeted
me with soft smiles and a smiling face. I used to make things be this way but now
it feels weird, to see them like this. As walk by a window I saw my reflection and I
was stunned. I am looking at a fair white lady, with a tantalizing blue eye and a
slender body. I walk closer to that reflection but it moves as I was drawing myself
at front. This lady in front of me is me. And everything went black. As I open my
eyes, people were staring at me, with worried faces and utterly a kind helping
words that strike my heart. What is wrong with these people, and what iis wrong
with me.
One lady, came to my path, I knew this woman. “Are you by any chance, okay?”
She worried-sick of my situation. This woman is Meghan Greenery. A woman who
would be the lease person who would look me in the eyes. I cannot even tell her
exact face structure because did not even pay a single glance at me. But this
woman right here. As something to do with me. I answered her with a broken
voice, I almost cracked out nervousness. I stood up to not cause a scene even
though I used to it every day. I sat down in a café, with a whole dumbfounded face
and look at my self once again. This isn’t me! Ima not beautiful. I am not this
woman. For once I cannot even used to people smiling at me, used to them when
laughed and throw bad words at me. When things fall right. Why can’t I see the
goodness in it. Is it because I was not here all along? My teras falls as I covered it
by my hands. I do not know why cannot recognize fairytale from a nightmare. My
reality and dream were all the same, so why bother to know the difference. I have
to go back home before I lost my sanity here. So as I walk by, I lost out of control
and tripped I was waiting for people too laugh but there is none. I just have a
beautiful face but that doesn’t change the clumsy old me. Funny right? Just the
insignificant one would change.
I reach my wooden house and not like every other this would past to be a an old-
witch house which they normally referred as me. I entered but it still feels right.
My beauty does not fit here. But I was all along a deep secret that no one would
know. Just like everyday I cleaned, washed and sleep in my tiny- wooden house,
like no one would bother, but n the middle of the night I was awaken by loud
knock. I opened the door and saw people with pitchfork and a sword shouting at
me. But as they saw me, they were stunned and shocked. Well, would not be. A
beautiful woman in a witch house. All there furious faced turned into sudden
hopeful and kind citizen. “What are you doing in a witch house, are you by any
chance taken by the witch herself’’ They took me into their arms without even
hearing my answer. And now we are on our what to Gods knows- where they’re
taking me.
We passing through a giant tress and hills and then a large gate opens to us, they
throw all their weapon and as I looked at them they are fixing themselves that they
are about to meet the king? How horrendous! Some people let us in a magnificent
castle and I cant even count the pillar, they were many, I might say. These castle, I
can say is a grandeur.