I always thought of myself as a naive donkey when I first reached the teenage year. That idea, however, had been strongly objected by my mom. To her, me becoming a teen was like a fresh little butterfly with a couple of tiny new vivid wings that ready to flutter gracefully, leaving a jolly old world of a wingless-but-still-pretty caterpillar behind. The first mission to become an appealing butterfly is to fly across the sky, swinging the engaging wings above all the flowers. There I was – being brought to a fashion week event, where fresh butterflies are introduced to the world that “Hey dudes! We are not the wimpy caterpillars anymore!” And so the most embarrassed to the worst moment of my life had begun.
The first step into the event was perfect. I was dressed in a fine designer cloth showing my glowing smooth skin as soft as cotton. My silky shining straight hairs were strikingly blown as if it was gently carried by the wind. Looking at me might give you an image of a beautiful princess who will soon become a queen. The donkey inside of me had disappeared. I felt flowers under my feet at each step I walked. All eyes were focused on me since I was so brand-new. I felt butterflies in my tummy. Suddenly, a couple of teenagers, whose mothers are my mom’s friends, walked to me. One of them was an enchantingly pale, vigorously tall, and incredibly good-looking guy. His glances, his crooked smiles, and every word he uttered all together totally cast a spell over me. A princess finally found her prince charming. Another one was a pretty lady who was so nice, but, unfortunately, I didn’t really give an eye to much.
We had such a bewitching moment. I found myself walking delightedly after my prince charming all over the time. I heard people greeting me, but I was so blind that I couldn’t see anyone but him. As I didn’t want to be pig eating bran of rice in front of him, I didn’t eat at all. Instead, I drank six glasses of what I thought was lemonade served by the bartenders to keep my stomach from screaming. My sense of taste didn’t work out right that even chewing the whole lemon couldn’t give the sourness to my tongue. To be honest, all my sensory receptors were blocked by his charm. As time passed by, we were called to get into a hall to watch the fashion show. We teenagers were set to sit in the third row. Flashes came out from the cameras in everywhere, so dazzling bright as the lightning before a violent storm. Metallic beats sounds were furiously traveling out of the surrounding loudspeakers as if it was the sound of the thunder announcing that the storm will be broke in a few seconds. And the show began.
Skinny shaped models consecutively walked out to the front stage with the neat classy costumes. They were prominent, gangling, and irresistible. Their faces were still and their motions were constant; just like those lifeless movable Barbie dolls. As the finale dress was released into the stage, my sight was blurred. I turned left to face my prince charming but I could faintly saw him. The flashes and the lights in every angle collided into my eyes. All the beats, together with the whispering sounds of the audiences, boomed into my ears. My body went beyond control. My consciousness flew away. The heavy stone was thrown to my body, and, insufferably, I collapsed.
It was all dark. I was so torturous as if I was apple-poisoned by a cruel stepmother. I heard a person calling my name. There I realized I don’t have any stepmother because it was my real mom calling me. I was surrounded by many people, but there was no sight of my prince charming. I recognized from the foul odor as smelly as rotten cheese and the disgusting smudges of decomposed food on my dress that I had puked myself for several times. Sure, my prince charming would saw it as well as other people in the hall. To be clear, the guard elucidated the reason I collapsed. It turned out that what I thought was lemonade was actually alcohol drinks. I was just a loathsome drunkard in my prince’s perspective. Worse, I didn’t even have a chance to explain my stupidity to him. The mission failed, and I couldn’t fly. I never get a chance to fly across the flowers nor meet that guy ever again. A princess has lost her prince charming forever. A butterfly failed flipping its wing. I became a donkey again, and lived happily never after.
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