When I was 7 I had a very creative imagination. I believed in Fairytales. I believed that the Fairy Godmother would give me my Prom dress and some pretty glass slippers to go with it. I started not believing Fairytales at the age of 13. But that's 3 years before I meet the Oak Wood Door. I'm 16 now. Let's skip back to when I was 7.

"Our first project to be presented will be Amelia Smith."

" Thank you Miss. Tilly! Now, the project assignment was to make a short essay or poem about what we strongly believe in. So I decided to do my project on Fairytales."

" You can just stop already! Fairytales are not real." Explained Daisy.

She was a stuck up brat who thought only of herself.

"That is very rude Daisy!" Yelled Miss. Tilly. " Please go on."

I started again and I was determined to make every one believe in Fairytales. Even Daisy.

See what I'm talking about. I wanted to live in a world where some prince would sweep me off of my feet and I would be rich in a second. Let's skip ahead to when I was 13. This is when I started to not believe in Fairytales.

"Hans Christian Andersen. What do you know about him?"

"I know that he wrote Fairytales about cold hearted people."

" Yes, yes he did Amelia. Hans was different than any of the Fairytale writers we know today. His Fairytales were more grim than other ones. This, to some people makes it more believable to believe in them. Some people on the other hand, like me for example, believe that the good stories are just as believable as the bad ones."