My fairytale story.

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Fiona Man                

MY FAIRYTALE STORY

It all started on a cold winter’s night, when princess Tara was walking along through the empty streets, she had just been to the bank wand was on her way home. Her eyes twinkled as the moon shone in her eyes, wind was blowing through her hair and Tara tucked into her scarf, with her hands snuggled in her pockets. She walked down humming a tune in her head. A gentle tap on her shoulder interrupted her.

        “Excuse me do you have 70p for the bus? I seem to have left my wallet at home,” said the man with a husky voice. Tara turned round to see a man dressed in black. Tara couldn’t see his face very well, his cap had blocked off the light shining from the street lamps.

        “Yes I do.” Tara sighed as she pulled her hand out with her purse. She unzipped her leather purse and took out a pound “you can have ……” before she could even finish her sentence the man took off at high speed with her purse. What the man didn’t know was that Tara was a princess with magical powers inherited from her parents. Tara whipped out her hand and pointed her finger and ordered “stop!”  Immediately the man froze, stuck to the ground whilst he struggled to move.

        “What’s happening to me? What are you?” said the puzzled man. He moved back and fourth pulling his leg up trying to free himself.

        “I’m a princess with magical powers” Tara said as she flicked her blond hair from her face”

        “No you’re a nutcase! Now let me go!”

        “I’ll let you go once you’ve returned my purse!”

        “Fine!” he grabbed the purse from his jacket. “Here take it,” he said vigorously.

        “Look, why are you doing this, this isn’t right.” Tara spoke calmly.

        “Don’t tell me what to do, you don’t even know me!” he shouted at the top of his voice. I gave you your purse back, you can at least spare me the lecture!”

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        “Fine, if want to act like that then be my guest, but how would you like it if that happened to you?” Tara frowned and unfroze him. He ran down the street, and before you knew it, he was just a dark figure at the bottom of the road.

A week later as Tara was waiting for the bus, she noticed that the bus drove straight past her, without stopping. She shouted for it to stop, as she was already late for an interview. She gave up chasing the bus and decided to go to the coffee shop for ...

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