Prince Charming And The Beast's

Shit Carrier Shoes

Once upon a time there lived a handsome prince who was looking for a wife. He always held a dance party to invite all women from various kingdoms to be his wife's candidate.

Until one day came a Princess from a faraway Kingdom, almost never touched by anyone. The princess offered to dance with the Prince, but the Prince refused because the Princess's face was so ugly.

"how could a handsome Prince like me dance with an ugly woman like you." said the arrogant Prince. The Princess was furious and she finally shouted cursing at the Prince Sanga,

"O Prince, though your face is handsome, your heart is dirty. I hope the World will punish you !!! Today you have made me hurt, then your Heart will kill your Body !!!" Right after the princess finished talking the lightning-lightning struck.

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"isn't the story of this script really fun?" ask Gladys.

"yes, I think so too" said Gwen.

"who made this script?" ask Gladys again.

"who else if not your most beautiful ex aka Alan" said Gwen again.

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2 Years Ago

Sheilla POVs

I can't be called a beauty, I'd rather be called the beast. Even though I am a daughter, but to me appearances should be what they are. Yeah, really what it is. No need for vermak here and there.

"Alan ...!!!"

"Grand ..!!!"

"Antra ..!!!"

It was the screams of the girls who were infatuated with the good looks of 3A. Their gang names are like paper sizes only. Yes, I just upgraded my age group to become a teenager because I just entered Junior High yesterday. This is where this fairy tale begins. Prince Charming and The Beast.

My name is Sheilla Inggrid. I was a new pubescent girl who cared less about looks. My hobby is tasting the food my mother made and exercising. I really like gymnastics, but it does not change my fat body to be slim but more muscular. Can you imagine my form? The beast was my calling ever since I entered SD. My friends feel like I'm such a bad person because of my appearance, plus I'm a bit fierce, well, that's what they think.

"Hey, Sheilla..," My friend Reyna said.

"Hm.js..,"

"You can choose between those 3As, which one do you want to make your girlfriend?" Reyna asked who often took me to watch the 3A basketball game during the break.

"Hm.., why are you doing that?"

"Questioningly, you easily recognize the nature of people." Reyna. Predictably, he must have liked one of those 3As.

"Okay, let's start with Andra's sister, if I think she's the least handsome of the others. Her skin was a bit dark, but she had a sweet smile. His eyes were warm, and he was friendly to everyone. That's what makes him a plus."

"Yes, right., Andra's brother is the best...,"

"Do you like Andra's sister, huh?" My guess.

"Eeh.., what the hell, anyway? I'll get you, Shei..,"

"OK, brother Alvin.., he is handsome, but handsome because of his sharp narrow eyes and clear white skin. But he's a bit of a troublemaker. Joking exaggerated even the same teacher, but strangely the teacher never protested the same attitude he. I don't like Alvin the most."

"Maybe here apply the rules if the handsome mah free, hihi..," said Reyna amused himself. I just smiled at him, I did,

"Okay, last brother Alan. He's the most handsome guy I've ever met. Somehow the level of the handsome is not excessive, fitting, especially if the smile, the heart feels immediately deg-degan...,"

"You like Alan's brother, don't you?"

"Hmm..., "

"Not really !!" I said.

"Okay, continue, I'm curious, what do you think Alan's brother is?"

"Uhmmm.., I think he has his own charm.., He is always smiling, friendly as everyone, but...,"

"But what?"

"She had something she was still hiding. I guarantee Andra's brother that Alvin doesn't know either. He's got a burden he keeps to himself, but he's trying to cover it up by himself having fun..,"

"Happy?"

"Yes, have fun with the gang." I said. Well, to be honest since I first accidentally met my eyes with Alan's, I've been able to find the pain he's craving for himself, but I don't know what pain he's keeping. Maybe that's what makes me always look at him.

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Alan POVs

His eyes are very sharp. That was my first impression of him. I accidentally looked into his eyes because it felt like he was staring at my back until it felt like my back was going to break. Stupidly I who was fragile at that time even showed it through my eyes. But who cares. I don't even want to know a woman who isn't pretty like her.

"Alan ! Oper !" Again Alvin asked me to pass the ball in my hand. Yes, he was the most observant if he had just put the ball into the ring like this, without hesitation I passed to him, and good thing he could always catch it.

"Shoot !" The ball enters smoothly into the ring.

Alvin came right up to me and punched me in the shoulder,

"Good job !" Said. I smiled, I smiled,

"Yeah, good job !" I said. But suddenly my eyes were like magnets looking directly at him again. Again, I found him watching me. What does that ugly girl want, anyway? Just kick my magic life !!!

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I think I want to get away from him. But his sharp gaze was like it was haunting me. Does she not like me secretly?

"Eh, watch out ! Watch out, the beast is angry !!" Suddenly my underclassman was running in the hallway.

"The beasts? Who did they say the beast?" Mumbles.

"Eh, look out for you on !!!" Suddenly the ugly guy showed up. He ran towards me, the floor I was on vibrated as he ran.

"Wee." said the two friends behind me.

"Fuck you guys !!!!" He said he took off his shoes and threw them.

Bugs!

"Damn !" Ponku.Satunya it smoothly hit my precious handsome face. He had just broken this most beautiful Masterpiece created by God. He deserved to die.

"Geez.., I'm sorry, brother, sorry !" He said he felt guilty. He then took the wet tissue in his pocket and wiped my face, but I prevented it immediately,

"Don't touch me, The Beast..," I who was angry with him at that moment called him with that call to him. You could say it's a very bad call for a woman.

But he was not angry, his forehead was not even wrinkled, was he not even offended? His face was completely calm, but his gaze was looking at me sharply. Why am I the one who's afraid? He was wrong because his shoes hit my handsome face.

"Sorry, brother." he said again.

"Yes, yes.., go back to your class. I don't want to see your face !" I finally said.

He took his shoes, walked away from me and bowed for a while and left.

After he left I wiped my mouth,

"Well, I said rudely to him, but he was not angry." I said in amazement. Is she also like me, often harboring pain alone?