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My Own Little Bedtime Horror Story by Catherine Thomas Once upon a time was a very, very ugly girl. Nobody at school wanted to talk to her, or sit next to her. Even her parents were ashamed of her and made sure she stayed in her room whenever they had guests over. The very, very ugly girl was even more unhappy than ugly – if this could be possible. Every evening, before going to sleep, she would look at herself in the mirror and cry. This would make her even uglier – if this could be possible. Every night, after going to sleep, she would dream of a Prince Charming who would fall madly in love with her. He would ask her to marry him, and they would have wonderful children. Then the alarm-clock would ring with a funny sound, half choked by the bubbles of her soapy dream. When she complained to her mother through the door about her unbearable lack of boyfriends, the wise mother used to say: "Each pot has its cover, each saucepan, its lid. I suppose you're just a fry-pan, really." Weeks passed, months, years. The mirror, the tears, the dreams, the funny sound of the alarm-clock. And then, her special day arrived. She was crawling home when she heard someone call her name softly. She stopped, surprised, as nobody ever called her name, and certainly not softly. Right behind her was something that she recognized as a man. It was sex at first sight, but not love. Afterwards, he didn't ask her to marry him but just walked away and disappeared for ever. Nine months later, she had a child that had to be thrown away. The morale of the story is that if you're ugly, life sucks. The second morale of the story is that, if you dream of Prince Charming, don't. You'll only be up for a big disappointment.
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