Once upon a Time, or How I learned to stop using Narrators. Part 2

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who-

- insisted she sleep on sixteen mattresses.

What?

Ask her.

What?

Annoying isn't it.

Now look here, this is MY FAIRYTALE!

Okay. Okay, don't get your iron knickers in a rust.

Wait, who insisted she sleep on sixteen mattresses?

Jane.

No way.

Ask her.

Well, that would be awkward.

Of course, it will be.

I think I hate you.

I give it two weeks before you crack and ask her.

(grumbles)

Once upon a Time, or How I learned to stop using Narrators. Part I

Once upon a Time...

"This is why I hate narrators," Charlie said. She was very upset.
"I am upset."

She threw her magic pen down on her desk, picked up the magic book, closed it and pounded it on the desk until her arms ached.

"This is my fairytale!" She screamed.

"I am not Screaming!" She yelled.

"I am not yelling!" She shouted.

"Really? Are we doing this?" She spoke loudly.

"Fuke you dude!" She sat down and pouted.

She gave the narrator a hand gesture and brooded.

She gave the narrator another hand gesture and stuck her adorable tongue out.

"Adorable?" Charlie said, whilst quirking an eyebrow.

Okay, I give. You can have your fairytale.

This time.

"Once upon a time." Charlie began. "Ahem."

Sorry, old habits are hard to break.

Once upon a time, about a year after the Dragonslaying incident, the lived a beautiful princess in the many towered castle of Stonehaven. 

"Princess?" Jane interrupted. "You think I am beautiful?"

Please tell me you didn't just giggle.

Don't say I didn't warn you*



*former narrator.