Once upon a time… now

I know that science has already started to show its horns, but stop for a second (although I hope for a longer time - I'll take it as a compliment) and try to imagine what fairy tales would look like transferred to reality. Especially with queens and kings. After all, there are never too many, right? So…

A young girl finishing her high school diploma lived with her aunt in the countryside. Let's name the girl Maya. Maja hasn't seen her father for a long time, she spent her days being "forged" by her aunt, giving tutoring assignments and washing dishes. From time to time, she was taken out to the city, but only with her aunt's daughters. And this spoiled all the fun - Anna would drink a little in the clubs, and in order not to get drunk, they would order her to drink much more (similar to what Taylor Swift did at the Golden Globes with Lorde!). That's how the girl got banned from the city every time… until her next visit with her cousins.

But one such visit to the club was fateful. The cousins, as always, planned to use Maja as a cover for the amount of alcohol they consumed, and since they were celebrating the beginning of summer - the end of graduation, everything that burns was flowing freely. So it is not at all surprising that in the morning, when it was time to return home, the girl lost one of her shoes. Not a high heel - she didn't have any - but one of the push-up "boats" she liked the most. It even helped the cousins plan a lot! After drinking medicine for a headache, her mother explained without even interrupting in the morning how the girl forced them both to drink... Of course, the aunt got angry with Maya and decided that if she did not enter a state-funded place, she would be able not to study at all, because she would have to pay for education after such incidents not going Maya was a bit disturbed by this news. She was far from confident that she would be able to get in, let alone get government funding…

August has come. Maya joined! They will finally be able to live in the city, in a university dormitory! When the first day came, when it was possible to move in, she immediately packed all her things and walked to the bus stop. She met three trance guys who were also going to town. While waiting for Maya's bus (Maya did not agree with the boys trans, because she had heard the story of a girl from Žemaitija) they talked about their hobbies and expectations of a new life (the boys were not freshmen in the city, but they considered every autumn a new beginning - like real students in the first week of each semester). Upon arrival at the dormitory, the girl learned that due to the lack of places, she would have to live in a "mixed" floor with seven boys' rooms. She didn't think about that - after all, it's easier with guys!... She was especially happy when it turned out that one of the three guys she met at the bus stop would live in one of those rooms.

A month has passed. Everything went well for Maya - the dishes could stand unwashed for a week and no one preached to her about it. Admittedly, sleeping in the first few weeks was a bit uncomfortable. It turned out that there was a dried crumb of bread under the mattress. After taking it out, everything was fine. And so, in the middle of October, the baptism of the dormitory came. The tasks were the same as always - sports, to test endurance, and eating, to assess the strength of the stomach. With the physical part (running through tires or jumping in a frog in front of the dorm managers) Maja managed without any major difficulties, but her stomach was apparently not very strong... Onions filled with liquid squeezed from beets, apple juice that had been standing for a long time and an unidentified pasta topping did their job. . Maya's stomach stopped.

The girl was sick for almost a week. Frightened, her best friends supported the girl on facebook, creating support groups (to raise funds to buy medicine), and guys from all seven rooms on her floor kept coming to see how she was doing and give her the latest dorm news. So you lie down and on facebook checking everyone's photos, Maja found a group called "I found and didn't dare". Since she was a romantic by nature, she started reading happy and not-so-good stories, how internet users who saw and did not dare to talk half a year ago found the persons who once interested them here. As she was reading, she found something she would never have thought of - a picture of her lost shoe! A little confused, Maja tapped the guy who uploaded the photo. He didn't dare to write - he didn't really know what: "Hello, you have a photo of my shoe from almost half a year ago facebook uploaded?". No... Something better is needed. While waiting for her friends to write back their advice, Maja fell asleep.

The girl was awakened by a knock on the door. After falling asleep, she put on a dressing gown and opened the door to her room, having no idea who could be visiting her at that time (it was already after 10:00 p.m.). Standing in front of her was a brown-haired man in sweatpants and flip-flops - so he was a local, from the dormitory. Without introducing himself, he grinned widely and held out her "boat" in front of Maya: "Yours?" Maya nodded. She really didn't expect that her hero, who had found and beautified her part of her most beloved pair of shoes, would be… like this. As soon as she thought this, the brown haired grinned even wider and declared: "You'll get a kiss back!". The girl slammed the door in his face and went back to sleep, resigned to the fact that she had just lost her shoe for the second time. However, when she woke up in the morning, she found a note stuck under the door: "I didn't get a kiss, but maybe we can at least go for coffee?" PS Your shoe is waiting for you at 414".

"Coffee, it's coffee... maybe I'll agree," Maya thought, walking towards the stairs to the 4th floor.

I think that's how modern princes would look without white horses (because students don't "carry") their pockets: a little stiff, but still able to be romantic... and the girls are princesses. Independent, stubborn and with weak stomachs. And how to evaluate all this? Well, all I can really say is this: I would write 10 to anyone who found the allusions (aha, take a nap) to all fairy tales.

Author: Aistė Osteikaitė