"Poof! Out the fairy came, from down, down, deep in the well," my students were in shock.

"You mean...she just...appeared?" My eyes beamed at her with curiousity. My teacher's lips puckered a bit as if she was trying to replicate a duck.

"Course not." My teacher responded with a sense of courage or sarcasm? Her lips curled into a smile.

"Katnis, make sure to keep your questions, until we get to the end." To many times have we stopped in the middle of this fantastic story, just for her to side comment on every single, thing. Katnis's hazel eyes met mine, and as she got up, her brown curls bounced.

I snatched the book, and held it up. "It's a fake story Miss. Robin!" My piers were unhappy, I couldn't figure out why though.

"Sit down Katnis!" One kid yelled from the back row.

In defeat, I gave the book back. "There's no such thing as happy endings," my eyes scoped down at the floor.

"There is to," I reassured Katnis. Katnis is my only student that is from a foster home.

As I sat back down at my desk, a big earthquake shook the school!

"Everyone get under your desks!" Instead, they all scattered left and right.

I slowly got under my desk, watching everyone's feet dance around me. Some how the teacher managed to get them under their desks. After some time, the shaking stopped. Hesitantly we all got up from the floor. My feet were so tired after being on the floor for twelve minutes.

"That's the longest time of having a earthquake," I whispered.

On my way back from school, this man appeared out of no where. His big cloak hovered over his head, and his face was filled with scariness. I turned back, but it was like, nobody was seeing me, nobody seen this man grab me and hear me scream.

Cold iron bars were held at my wrists, I cried a lot, I didn't get any sleep, he wouldn't let me even if I wanted to have sleep.

"I've been watching you for a while," he said it with a wicked grin, I felt disgusting, and I didn't even know why. "Let me go home!" I pouted and kicked. "No, I don't think so, not in any time will I do so."

I puked all over him, he glared at me before back handing me. "Do it again, and I will certainly do more!" My skin burned as the tool he was using tore my skin open, I let out a shriek. It went on for days, and days, until finally, a knock on the door came. I was on my last breath, laying on the floor, with nothing but a blanket covering me, to hide me.

"This will destroy her majesty, once she figures out that sending the small precious, worthless girl to the foster homes was to keep her safe from me, didn't succeed, she will be at our feet!" The man yelled at the one in a cloak. "I might just keep the girl, and send pictures to her majesty herself, not even bother giving the wench her child," the man in the cloak replied back.

"As long as you didn't do that much damage, we should get our money," the man without a cloak snarled back at the one, with the cloak. I looked behind them, the door, there it is, and entrance out. I waited for them to sleep, my hands trembled on the cold blade beneath my throat. I struggled to get out of the bindings that were tied to my wrist. It took me two and a half hours, until finally the rope loosened. There was some growling of a dog, I stopped moving, and suddenly, it was silent. I grabbed the blade beneath my neck. One yelp from that vicious dog, and that was it. Terrified is how I felt, I hate dogs. That night, I murdered everyone.

Blood drenched all over my hands and feet, I shuddered in the cold as I walked in the deep snow. Howls echoed through the night, they probably smelled the blood. Darkness caved into my head, letting me sleep finally. Smoke was inhaled into my lungs as I woke up. It was aflame, the whole house was burning, and the only warmth on me was coming from the hell whole. I tried standing, but I felt so numb because of the cold.

"Try not to move," this girl surprised me, I went to retrieve the princess after her majesty got some photos, that really angered her, so, I was chosen to kill them...only to find, the little six year old, already got to them. I burned the house before finding her barried in the snow. Her tiring eyes stared back into mine. "Stay still," I commented again. The small girl just snapped, and she hit hard, I was shocked she managed to get up with all her strength.

"Where was help when..." I stopped talking and stared at the fire, my voice was rough.

"Stay still now, I need to bandage you up," her...