Cerise: Rebel By Birth

"Just don't judge me"

Hi. I'm Cerise Hood. Not many people know about this, but my dad is the Big Bad Wolf. I understand if you start a rant on how I'm a mistake or a freak, or even if you talk to the headmaster and make him banish me. But you seem legit,so I'll say what in think of this whole fiasco that is more commonly known as high school. Just don't judge me.

I was born in secrecy. I was raised in secrecy. I wear a hood every moment of my life. As you might guess, this is no picnic. I was born a rebel. I was born from a rebellious act. Like so many princesses born as a royal, I was born as a rebel. "How can that be so bad?" You may ask. You have no idea.

Even though most rebels have this big revelation where they decide to rebel and they are choosing choice. It's all wonderful. My parents were rebels, so I'm a rebel. I have no choice but to choose. What if being a cute little kid carrying a basket that meets a wolf who try's to eat her food doesn't sound bad to me? Even if I was going to be the wolf, I don't die or anything. I just stuff a grandma in a closet and wear a wig. Not that bad compared to people who die in their stories.

Yes, I understand that the wolf died in earlier parts. But I have a living, breathing, dad. Chances are that I will live if I become the wolf. It's not impossible.

I'm not scared of the Huntsman, contrary to popular belief. He's just a vegan with weird hair. Not scary at all. I can take him any time. I'm faster, stronger, and I have better hair. My dad sees Hunter as a joke these days.

As for my ears, I am programmed to hide them, no matter how itchy my hood can become. If a gust of wing comes, I pull on my hood. If my ears itch, I pull my hood. It's just how it is. I would like to pull the hood off. You would want to pull an itchy hood off after wearing it for hours at a time.

TBA