My Personal Fairytale | COMPLETE

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(Thirteen years later)

The morning started just like any other. Will's alarm clock beeped shrilly in his ear at precisely 7:00. Eyes barely open, Will reached over and smacked the snooze button with force, and then rolled over. But within seconds, he decided her had better get up and drousily got out of bed. He threw his feet over the edge and wiped an arm across his eyes before standing and getting dressed.

Will walked down the stairs uninterestedly, tiredly. He glanced at his reflection at the mirror hanging at the end of the hall, sure that he looked exactly the same as he did yesterday. Same skin so brown it was almost tan, dark hair, hazel eyes.... What was it he felt? There was some feeling or thought he just couldn't place. But now was not the time to try and think of it.

His mother, father, and sister waited around the round kitchen table. Sarah, his sister, ate a bagle, merely glancing up at him as he came near, the smiles on his mother's and father's faces were brilliant.

"Happy birthday sweetie!" Mrs. Benson exclaimed. She eagerly pushed three wrapped gifts across the table to him. Will gave her a small smile. "Open them!"

Will hesitated. Sarah took the opertunity to tease him.

"Is the biwthday boy a widdle gwumpy?" She cooed as if he were a baby, poking him in the ribs.

"Shut up Sarah," Will shot back, not in the mood to put up with her crap.

"Ooh, touchy touchy," Sarah said.

"Will, Sarah," Mr. Benson interrupted.

"Just open your presents, Will," Sarah commanded.

Obligingly, Will opened his gifts. A new iPod- that would be nice, his old one was broken. A camera- well, not too much use for that but hey, maybe it would inspire him to be a photographer. And finally, a... toiletry bag? Will looked at his parents in confusion. That was an interesting birthday present, to say the least. Especially since he was a seventeen year old boy.

Mrs. Benson explained, "It's for your trip to Hawaii on Saturday. I thought it might come in handy.

"Oh, thanks Mom, Dad," Will said politely.

"You're welcome honey," his mother said.

"Well," Sarah cut in, impatiently standing, "due to all the festivities, we are running late for school. Will, we should go." She grabbed her school bag and keys. "Bye!"

"I'm coming," Will said, standing as well.

"Have a good day at school," their father told them.

"Kay," the siblings said in unison.

Together, they left the house and climbed in Sarah's old white car. They drove off through the neighborhood and to school. Will stared silently out the window the whole way, not noticing the confused looks Sarah gave him.

When they arrived, the parking lot was half full. Sarah spoke. "Wow, we got here faster than I thought." Will made no reply. "Will? What's up with you today? It's your birday for crying out loud! Are you... I don't know, sad about not being sixteen anymore?"

"No, no I just... well... I feel like I'm forgeting something. Something important," her brother let out in a gust.

"Homework? I hope it's not for Mr. Cramer. He's the absolute worst. Good luck," Sarah assumed.

"Not homework. Something bigger! But I can't remember for the life of me what it is!"

The pair stared at each other for a moment.