What if there was No Prince Charming??

A curse child

.....and Cinderella live with her prince happily ever after "- i just have finished reading the story to grade 5 and there she was right in front of my eyes raising her hand as high as she could reach" Miss !!! I have a question .said my not so ordinary student Maha, she always try to baffle me with her unique questions.Yes maha what you want to know this time. She stood up from her seat, tucked her black frizz hair bangs behind her ears , she spoke in her unique english accent." Miss what would happenzz to cinderellazz if no Prince charming came in her lifezz?

Dear Mah g, what if you concentrate more on your studies then on cinderella story .You know you are behind class and you have not submitted your assignmemt am i right? .at hearing this she sat back and lowered her head and now with a low voice replied " i am sorry miss" .This is the most effiecent way of dealing with such inquistive student they tried to question facts and we as a teacher question there competency. - teacher saima just finshed telling her story about today class with grade3 and then all the other tecaher were laughing at my (Maha) question.My teacher asked me to bring her english notebook in staffroom just after she successfully ignored my question and now the entire staff room was commenting on my not so stupid question. i was just standing behind the staffroom door i know trying to secretly listens is a sin but who care about sin not a curse child like me,) as my class teacher was telling her colleagues that maha is such a poor cursed child, her father died just after her birth and her family went broke shortly after his death, her single mother unable to take care of her left her with foster care.. And that why she is so disturbed and madeup such absurd question ... She lowered her voice and in a cautious tone said "and you mam saima beware of her ...i have heard that she was once being treated at asylum for her outrage nature, she tried to injured her last foster father with knife beacise he tried to discipline ... I could not hold my anger any longer i just knocked at the door as loudly as i can and with loud nearly shouting voice i asked to come in and not waiting for a answer i just stepped into the staff room and without making any eyes contact placed the notebooks on mam table and rushed back .I heard them talking about me again losing my mind......and calling me physcopath .....i know they won't punish me because of my new foster father being the main donor of this school.

Instead of going to my class room i went to the bathroom sides i locked myself in a bathroom and cried as i remember what i have been through,... My real father didnot died the day i was born i was a illegetimate child who have never seen her father and most properly he was also unaware of my existence. My mother works at a night bar she was teenager 17 years old when she give birth to me and she took care of me for seven year despite facing all the issue of being a single mother. But as year passed, she started considering me as a burden to her life she used to call me a "leech who sucked her dreams and happiness from her life "and then she married an old rich man her regular customer at the bar whom she presume would give her all the the luxuries she ever wanted in exchange for her youthful body , but that old man who wanted a young bride to feed his lust have no desire of a little child he told my mother to get rid of me first .My mother did not want to kill me as my new old father wanted, handed me over to a foster care and told them that i was a curse child.....

From that day onwards i was tagged as a cursed child. I stayed in bathroom until i heard the school bell for the day. I returned to my classroom , just picked my school bag and ran outside where miss rose my caretaker as appointed by my foster father was waiting for me with the driver and my foster father new bmw. She opened the door and i just jumped in as if trying to escape from a prison and making my way to another.

I reached home ,the tal white building which was once a resting place for an ill faithed princess now all renovated and converted into a modern mansion. My foster father he is the great Mr Tarkishim ,a famous politican, a reowned bussinessmen and a social worker with just one aim to become the mayor of the city with every means possible. He adopted me as a part of his campaign showing how generous he was as he adopted a child facing such ill faith and how much he value his society. His generosity is evident from the grand picture of him, holding my hand with tears in his eyes and posing for the media to show his so not real heartwarming personality, hanging in my room. This was the first and almost the last time i have seen him....I was alone in my room that night again crying out for my such pathetic life with blanket covering my face. I again heard that familiar melody of a strange language i don't know. I heard thsi melody each night after i came here one day i even asked miss rose about it but she said it was all in my mind i should not discuss it with others as then i will be sent back to that rehabilitation centre for psychologiacl patient. But today i heard that someone was calling my name in thIs strange but quite familiar tone .I got up from my bed and made my way to the garden ,from where the voice was coming. I am not so brave and courageous but i really want to know who was calling my name maybe some fairy like in Cinderella story. As i crossed the front gate and made my way to other side of the garden there she was there, i swear she was real her thick black hair covering one side of her face, she was wearing a dark purple colour long gown with black mary gold flower of metal engrave on her leather waist belt. She was wearing a pearl like shining ring and as i looked toward her face it was covered with a veil her blue eyes were visbile and then as i looked toward her head there it was the almond shaped red colour stone shining bright in the side way crown she was wearing..... As i stood there in shock just looking at her she called my full name " *Shezadi Maha firdous........"

( Shezadi means princess)