| The Real Story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves |
| I was born into a very rich family on the East Coast, but my mother died when I was very small and I don\'t really remember her. I lived very happily with my father for many years, but one year when I was 12 he brought home a new wife. My stepmother hated me from day one. She was very vain and thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. One day when I was 14 she paid a man to kidnap and murder me. The man met me at school one afternoon and told me my father had had an accident and that he would take me to the hospital. I was so scared I got in his car. We were on our way out of the city when I realized it had been a lie. The man offered me a soft drink and I drank it. Little did I know that it was drugged. I woke up in a strange city. The man told me my stepmother had paid him to kill me, but he couldn\'t do it, so he abandoned me in a very bad neighborhood full of drug dealers and prostitutes. I think he must have told my stepmother he had killed me and my father thought I had run away. I didn\'t know what to do. I didn\'t know where I was and I didn\'t have any money. I was afraid to call home because I was sure my stepmother would kill me and my father if I returned. She was a very evil woman. I wandered around all day and finally that night I found a small old house between two rundown tenement buildings. The door was open and I went in. It was really strange. Inside there was a kitchen, bathroom and one big bedroom with seven small beds in it. I was so tired, I didn\'t stop to try to understand the situation and I fell asleep across the beds. A few hours later I was awakened by the arrival of seven little men-they were "little people" - dwarves. I was afraid at first, but then I realized they were really good people. They worked with the young runaways and drug addicts in the neighborhood. I told them my story. They wanted me to call my father, but I refused and they didn\'t pressure me. I lived with them for two years. By then my stepmother somehow realized I was still alive and she found out where I was. She sent me a letter bomb. When I opened it, it exploded. I was taken to the hospital and stayed there in a coma for over five weeks. My seven little friends took turns at my bedside so I was never alone. The first thing I saw when I finally woke up was the doctor-Dr. Steven Prince. He had saved my life. We fell in love and got married. I found out my father had died of a year before . They figured out my stepmother had killed him for his money. She died 5 years later in the electric chair. And that\'s my unusual story. |