Gracie Goose's Diary

A Choice to Make
Hi, My name is Grace Goose. I’m the daughter of the princess from “The Goose Girl.” I love my destiny, it's has a fableous ending with me marrying a prince and living happily ever ever. But there's a catch. My BFFA, Maiden Falsebride, is destined to die in our story. And it's a horrible death, too. I don't want her to die. But does that make me a Rebel? I'm not sure. Maybe I should start from where are this drama began...

Chapter 1
One spellbinding morning I woke to the sound of singing birds. They weren’t geese, but the sound was still very pretty. I got out of bed and went to the window, throwing open the curtains and letting the morning light in. Smiling, I decided it was the perfect morning to ride Fair Mane. Quickly, I changed into my clothes and hurried out of the school. When I got to Fair Mane’s stable, he looked upon me as if deciding whether to be happy I was here or annoyed that I was late. He could be a bit snotty at times, but he was the sweetest horse I’ve ever known.

“Why can’t you come earlier?” he snorted as I poured his feed into his bucket for him to eat before we rode.

“I slept in this morning,” I said with a shrug.

''“You should get an alarm. Perhaps hire someone, like a fairy?”'' Fair Mane suggested before he began to eat.

''“No way. I don’t have the money to buy an alarm clock right now- I have to feed you, don’t I? And you know how I feel about hiring people,”'' I replied a little stiffly.

Fair Mane snorted. ''“It’s not like they’re going to make you their servant. Just because that will happen in your story doesn’t mean it’ll happen now.”''

“You never know,” I said as I finished replacing the straw on the ground. “You finished?”

''“Yes. Let’s ride.”''

Chapter 2
Soon we were galloping through the enchanted forest. I always feel a certain sort of freedom when riding. Fair Mane feels it too. I laughed in complete happiness as we leaped over a small stream. As we rode, I lost track of time. I suddenly pulled Fair Mane to a stop.

“Oh, no. I’m probably late for class."

I pulled my MirrorPhone out of the fanny pack I wear when riding. ''“Oh my wand! Class starts in six minutes! C’mon Fair Mane, we’ve gotta go!”''

I sat down On my chair in Princessology just as Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen walked in. I quickly did my best to straighten my posture and smooth down my silver locks.

The Queen faced us and smiled. ''“Today we will be learning the art of perfecting getting fairest in the morning. It is important for a princess to get faireast as soon as she wakes up, for she must look her best every minute of every day.”'' She gaved upon me in a disapproving manner. She motioned for me to stand up. I did.

“This is why you must get fairest every morning and after getting dirty in any way."

My face reddened. I was still covered in dust and bits of dirt from my ride, and bits of straw were stuck in my hair. I hadn’t had the time to clean up after rushing Fair Mane back into his stable.

As soon as Princessology was over I rushed to the girls bathroom, embarrassment seeming to fill my whole body. Everything felt not just right.''' '''

Chapter 3
I looked in the mirror. My freckled cheeks still flushed. Once inside I began to furiously wash myself off, yanking the straw from my hair.

The door opened and Maiden Falsebride stepped in, her perfect honey colored curls swaying gently back and forth as she walked. “Hi, Gracie,” she said cheerfully. She stood beside me and re applied a layer of natural colored lip gloss, the only makeup she will wear. She looked at me in a concerned way as I roughly brushed off my clothes.

“Rough morning?” Sometimes it seemed like Maiden was able to read my mind. She was a gentle, sweet, hardworking girl who didn’t deserve to die. But it was her destiny.

“Yeah.”

“You forgot to get cleaned up after riding, didn’t you?"

“Yep,” I said as I tried to get a smudge off of my skirt.

“Here, I can help.” She pulled a small bottle filled with a perfectly clean liquid. “This is a cleaning potion. Just one drop can turn whatever it land on spotless. When people trust me enough to hire me, I often get dusty.”

Popping open the cap, I let a drop fall unto my dress. With a pouf! it was perfectly clean.

I gasped. “Thank you so much, Maiden!”

''“Anything for you, Gracie. BFFA’s look out for one another,”'' she said with a warm smile.

I smiled back. “You’re the best friend ever, Maiden.”

Chapter 4
As I was eating in the Castleteria the next morning, I heard two girls arguing.

''“You’re going to be a Rebel? But why? You’ll be putting everyone in danger! You know how everyone is talking about Raven Queen, you want to be like her?”'' cried one.

''“Yes, actually, I do. It’s about time Ever After High had a little change. Besides, my story ends with me dead. I don’t want that! It’s unfair,”'' said the second one.

I thought about what the other girl had said. I thought about Maiden. In our story, after it is found out that Maiden had made me her servant girl after losing my charm, she would die the awful death of being dragged through a bed of nails. I shivered. I thought about how Maiden didn’t deserve that. Life for her was hard enough, she was always trying to earn money to help her sick little sister, but no one ever trusts her to work for her because of her story. And what does Maiden have to look forward to in life? A horrible, guaranteed death.

I needed to escape from all of this drama.

Quickly finishing my meal, I hurried out of the school for a quick ride on Fair Mane.

The ride was wonderful, and soon I felt myself again.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about Maiden and her destiny. I had a hard time focusing, and multiple times I was lectured by teachers for “daydreaming.”

What is going on with me?

Chapter 5
The next day, as I was walking to Beast Training and Care, I saw Daring Charming walking down the hall. He smiled at a girl, and she fainted.

Daring is such a self absorbed freak, I thought.

But still, when he winked at me, my cheeks slightly reddened. I hated when he did that.

I hurried on my way. Then I noticed Maiden, rummaging through her locker. I watched her as she books into her left arm as she rummaged with her write. She whistled very softly.

She shouldn't have to die, I thought. In real life, if she were my maid, she would serve me faithfully as long as I would wish her too. I shook the thought away. I was thinking like a rebel.

But it was true.

It seemed like classes dragged on forever today. My bangs kept falling out of place and unto my eyes, and all the classes felt boring.

And I didn't sleep well that night. My bed felt to hot, and the sofa felt to stiff. I was feeling as picky as Goldilocks.

Should Maiden have to die just to fore fill a story and have me live happily ever after?

Chapter 6
Everything changed for me that morning. After a ride with Fair Mane, I went to the library to check out a book for Cooking Class-ic thronework. Raven was talking with Cerise Hood.

"It's not just for me that I didn't sign. There are so many students at Ever After High who have horrible endings to their stories. Many include death. They deserve a chance to have their own happily ever after."

My breath caught in my throat. I quickly slipped away. It was rude to eavesdrop. I checked out my book and went to the Castleteria kitchen to make some fairy delicious cupcakes for my thronework.

When I bake, my mind is usually clear enough to think. But sometimes that ended up in me burning something. I'm not that good of a cook.

What Raven had said circled through my mind. I thought of Maiden. What kind of friend was I to just stand back and let her live out her legacy? I realized that I had made my decision.

I was going to be a Rebel. But I wasn't ready to let anyone know it yet. I thought of what my parents would say. For now it would have to remain a secret.