Young Writers Society

is the intro intriguing?

oh, and for all of you guys, this is a novel that will probably appeal to girls. sorry!

Introduction to My Life

Once upon a time, there was a perfect princess, more beautiful than Rapunzel and Snow White, and wittier than either of those airheads put together. She had a flawless appearance, with her glossy mane of gleaming dark brown hair frosted with natural blonde streaks, enchanting wide amber-colored eyes and thick and dark eyelashes, and smooth rose-tinted skin. Guess how many handsome princes called every night, tying up the phone line so her little sister couldn’t use the phone? She had perfect grades, a very exclusive clique of friends, adoration and affection for and from everything and everyone surrounding her, and great personality consisting of flexibility, cleverness, kindness, responsibility, intelligence, and every other redeeming quality you could think of. Of course, that’s more her adoring mother’s description than mine. I’d call her brown-nosing, nastily preppy, spell-casting brat, but no one ever asked me. I swear that girl read the dictionary every night before she went to bed. And I swear that’s completely the opposite of what her idiotic bimbos of friends did. But they must have had charm, either that or magical powers, because everyone loved them. I know the princess at the least had charm, in addition to anything else you could ever want. I said you. That was completely the opposite of what I wanted, completely the opposite of who I was, what my life story was.

That princess was not I. She’s my sister. Well, I thought I might have been adopted. How else could I be related to perfection when I was the furthest from it? That would explain why Madre always preferred her. I didn’t belong in a fairy tale as much as I did in a horror movie, since everyone thought I was so terrible and horrifying, satanic and dark. Screw all of that light fairy music that played whenever that stupid princess entered the room, and add in some emo. Take away all of that inner and outer beauty and replace it with darkness and ugliness. Subtract all of those boyfriends and girl friends, and get a final product of social isolation and complete loneliness. Not that I could ever do math-so replace all of that intelligence and intellect with idiocy. Add an “un” to the beginning of redeeming qualities. The sum? Me. Micaela Melody Rosano-my life story

As told by my mother, that is. Her kingdom was Italy. We lived in America, but it was always “Italy, Italy, Italy”, eating the food, wearing the garb-I wish she would go to Italy and leave me behind. But no. Instead, she stayed in Waterstown, with me, “fulfilling her duties as a mamma”. But to me, if that were fulfilling her duty as a mother, than not fulfilling them would be being kind and compassionate.

I hated my life.