"Then the beautiful Princess Nancy and the handsome Prince Edward were married in the castle, and they lived-"
"Happily ever after!" Morgan piped in.
"That's right," Giselle replied closing the book, "Happily ever after."
"Just like you and dad."
"Exactly."
"Mom does that always happen?"
"Does what always happen?"
"Happily ever after, does that always happen?" Giselle smiled and kissed the little girls forehead.
Ten years later…..
The streets of New York were always crowded, Friday afternoon was no different. People hurried home from work with their eyes down and their feet shuffling down the dirty sidewalks, with the exception of the street vendors and a few con men. The cars honked their horns rhythmically, expecting that the other cars would just move out of the way.
The school bell rang and students poured out of the building in a massive wave. There was nothing better than the freedom of the weekend! Morgan Philips ran down the steps of the school building and hurried down the street into the Chinese restaurant that had become the afterschool hangout for half of the school. Mr. Wong, the owner, got his best business from the highschoolers. He even introduced an afterschool special that was both cheap and filling for the kids.
Morgan opened the door to Wong's restaurant and searched for her friends. She wondered if they were running late or something. Then she saw her best friend Ashlee waving at her from the corner. She hurried to join her before a small group of freshman wannabes tried to take over the booth.
"Hey I was wondering if you were gonna make it." Ashlee said as she got up from lying across the booth chair. "I couldn't hold on to this booth forever."
"Sorry I'm late," Morgan replied, "I had to get Max's birthday present from my locker."
"Ah yes," Ashlee replied, "I forgot about that. Wow seventeen! You are officially dating an older man. How does that feel?"
"Not that different," Morgan replied, "I just wonder where he is. He was supposed to meet us here."
"Maybe he got detention again," Ashlee replied, "You know how he loves detention."
Thirty minutes later Morgan was headed back to the school. Detention or no detention it was his birthday! He deserved to get his present! She walked up the steps to the school and along the hallway to room 155 also known as cell block 155. The highschoolers further back than her dads graduating class had always called the classrooms cells. It had something to do with the whole hippy movement in the seventies. Morgan always thought it gave the school a lot of history and character. She could swear some of the teachers used the term when the kids weren't listening.
Morgan peeked through the window on the door to see if she could spot Max. The detention room was unusually full but she didn't see any sign of her boyfriend. She wondered if maybe he had only served half hour and was now waiting for her at Wong's. She hurried back out of the school hoping to catch him before he left.
Back at Wong's there was still no sign of Max. Morgan was getting worried. Max ALWAYS met her after school. She decided she couldn't wait around anymore. She would drop off his present at his apartment.
Max lived in the apartment only two blocks from the school. Morgan ran as fast as she could, she had to be home before dark. She rounded the corner leading to his apartment building and then stopped dead in her tracks. There was Max standing outside his apartment, kissing Stacy Sanchez!
Morgan didn't stop to ask questions. She ran home with tears in her eyes, how could she be so stupid? Trusting that low life, dirt bag, scum! He had probably been cheating on her all along! With Stacy Sanchez no less! That girl had made her way around the football team and now she was after Morgan's man! Well she could have him! Morgan hated Max, she hated him! She hoped he fell down a stairwell and died!
The front door slammed shut and Giselle looked up from the dress she was working on. She hadn't changed much in the last ten years; she still looked like a fairytale princess.
"Morgan? Is that you sweetie?" Giselle called from her sewing room. When she didn't get an answer she tried again. "Morgan? How was school?" Giselle hurried out to the hallway to see what was going on. Giselle found her daughter standing in the hallway with tears running down her face.
"Morgan? What's wrong?" Giselle asked confused.
"Oh mom!" Morgan sobbed as she ran into her mother's arms. Giselle hugged her daughter as she cried.
"As long as you believe, anything is possible."
"Happily ever after!" Morgan piped in.
"That's right," Giselle replied closing the book, "Happily ever after."
"Just like you and dad."
"Exactly."
"Mom does that always happen?"
"Does what always happen?"
"Happily ever after, does that always happen?" Giselle smiled and kissed the little girls forehead.
Ten years later…..
The streets of New York were always crowded, Friday afternoon was no different. People hurried home from work with their eyes down and their feet shuffling down the dirty sidewalks, with the exception of the street vendors and a few con men. The cars honked their horns rhythmically, expecting that the other cars would just move out of the way.
The school bell rang and students poured out of the building in a massive wave. There was nothing better than the freedom of the weekend! Morgan Philips ran down the steps of the school building and hurried down the street into the Chinese restaurant that had become the afterschool hangout for half of the school. Mr. Wong, the owner, got his best business from the highschoolers. He even introduced an afterschool special that was both cheap and filling for the kids.
Morgan opened the door to Wong's restaurant and searched for her friends. She wondered if they were running late or something. Then she saw her best friend Ashlee waving at her from the corner. She hurried to join her before a small group of freshman wannabes tried to take over the booth.
"Hey I was wondering if you were gonna make it." Ashlee said as she got up from lying across the booth chair. "I couldn't hold on to this booth forever."
"Sorry I'm late," Morgan replied, "I had to get Max's birthday present from my locker."
"Ah yes," Ashlee replied, "I forgot about that. Wow seventeen! You are officially dating an older man. How does that feel?"
"Not that different," Morgan replied, "I just wonder where he is. He was supposed to meet us here."
"Maybe he got detention again," Ashlee replied, "You know how he loves detention."
Thirty minutes later Morgan was headed back to the school. Detention or no detention it was his birthday! He deserved to get his present! She walked up the steps to the school and along the hallway to room 155 also known as cell block 155. The highschoolers further back than her dads graduating class had always called the classrooms cells. It had something to do with the whole hippy movement in the seventies. Morgan always thought it gave the school a lot of history and character. She could swear some of the teachers used the term when the kids weren't listening.
Morgan peeked through the window on the door to see if she could spot Max. The detention room was unusually full but she didn't see any sign of her boyfriend. She wondered if maybe he had only served half hour and was now waiting for her at Wong's. She hurried back out of the school hoping to catch him before he left.
Back at Wong's there was still no sign of Max. Morgan was getting worried. Max ALWAYS met her after school. She decided she couldn't wait around anymore. She would drop off his present at his apartment.
Max lived in the apartment only two blocks from the school. Morgan ran as fast as she could, she had to be home before dark. She rounded the corner leading to his apartment building and then stopped dead in her tracks. There was Max standing outside his apartment, kissing Stacy Sanchez!
Morgan didn't stop to ask questions. She ran home with tears in her eyes, how could she be so stupid? Trusting that low life, dirt bag, scum! He had probably been cheating on her all along! With Stacy Sanchez no less! That girl had made her way around the football team and now she was after Morgan's man! Well she could have him! Morgan hated Max, she hated him! She hoped he fell down a stairwell and died!
The front door slammed shut and Giselle looked up from the dress she was working on. She hadn't changed much in the last ten years; she still looked like a fairytale princess.
"Morgan? Is that you sweetie?" Giselle called from her sewing room. When she didn't get an answer she tried again. "Morgan? How was school?" Giselle hurried out to the hallway to see what was going on. Giselle found her daughter standing in the hallway with tears running down her face.
"Morgan? What's wrong?" Giselle asked confused.
"Oh mom!" Morgan sobbed as she ran into her mother's arms. Giselle hugged her daughter as she cried.
"As long as you believe, anything is possible."
