All Chapters of This Ain't A Fairy Tale: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 “This sucks!” I utters to myself. I watch the rain dropping beautifully from the sky into the school ground. I am sitting on the very back of the class beside the window, my usual spot in our classroom. Like the others I am also a back bencher person. By the way my name is Anna Marie Marcelo; both my parents are certified farmers. I have 5 siblings, 3 males and 2 females. I am like the only one studying right now so I have the oppor

 --- October 22, 2017/ 3 months ago --- I and my best friend Margie Rose Domingo are walking to the school ground trying to head our way home. I swear I feel so tired and stressed after that long remedial ex

 “Okay, if everyone have settle in..... let’s start then.” The man who is in his 50’s said who sits beside the pretty lady who is just silently looking at me. “Before we start let me introduce myself just for the young lady

 I am wiping my tears outside the house right at the entrance balcony as I looks up to the moon when I heard the door opens. “A-Anna a-are you okay?” I turn to see Michael holding a glass of water handing it to me making me sigh.

  -----Present time------ 

 An expensive black car arrives and my mom asks me to go with her to the town to visit her friend. We stop into a shop and ‘Fabulous X’ is the name of the shop, when my mom pulls me in excitedly; I see that it is a designer’s shop. Many dresses are hanged and displayed. I am amaze and beyond awed as I looks into the dresses while my mom talk to the owner who keep on glancing at my direction with a smile. After a few minutes they came near me as my mom look at me with her eyes shining in happiness.

 “I’ll go in and check on her. Henry dear, don’t be grumpy all right. Be kind to her, she isn’t yet familiar to your sudden mood swings. Plus, she is not yet accustomed to her new life as Zam. She need a lot of time to adjust. Don’t scare her away Henry or she might think of leaving us. Think of the poor Ma’am and Sir.” I hear a woman’s voice.  It is not my mother and she has called Hen

 I am walking into the vine yard wearing the heels Henry wanted me to get used to. He sounded like a menopausal mother forcing me to dress like a princess and walk and talks like a princess. Gosh!! His so annoying! I start to get pissed and my feet are hurting. I am dress in this super tight party dress and my hairs are now long and straight. I am even wearing a make-up, not only that but Henry forced me into a hard diet. He scolded every maid who just won’t do what he asked. For 1 month I know that Anna is slowly fading away. I hated it so much. I sit on the ground and take off my shoes. What a killer shoes. Those who invented these shoes must be bored and hates walking. Why make shoes that are so hard to use and walk in to?

 “Zam, dear what’s wrong? I thought you are already asleep.” Nana Dolores said as she looks at me looking so worried. “Nana, can I sleep with you? My bed is.... currently occupied.” I said with a tone of jest. 

 “What’s wrong dear?” my nana asks looking at me confused as to why I am laughing. “Nana I saw a rated SPG live show a little while ago.” I jokingly said as I let her go. “Oh! Let me guess, Henry an