Hello. My name is Rose, but you may know me better as "Sleeping Beauty." I just have a few things I want to get out in the open.
You know, ever since that stupid prince woke me up, I have been getting a lot of grief from a lot of people who have no right sticking their noses into my business. Everyone seems to think that just because some guy kissed me and woke me up, I should marry him. As if. I was just lying there, minding my own business, having a pleasant dream - as I had been for the past one hundred years - when "Prince Charming" decides to take it upon himself to plant one on me and bring me into a conscious state. I barely know him. I'm not going to marry someone I hardly know.
And then, there's the matter of his last name. Think about it. How would you like to spend the rest of your life as Mrs. Charming? Ugh. Just thinking about that disgustingly sweet name makes me want to puke! No way am I getting a joint bank account with that name. Think of how our poor children would be teased. Think of the jokes at the PTA meetings. What a life I would lead! If you think I'm obnoxious now, imagine how I'd be after a few years as Mrs. Charming.
And, of course, we mustn't forget the fact that I'm already betrothed. Now don't look at me like that. I know it's been a hundred years. Just because I was technically in a coma, doesn't mean I'm brain dead. I know he's dead. Quite dead in fact, but he does have descendants. I can just marry someone a little down the line. Okay, way down the line. I must stay true to my parents promise. Chivalry isn't that dead.
Well, I'd better get going. I've got to go find a younger branch on my fiancée's family tree. But before I go, I just want to make one thing perfectly clear: just because someone breaks a spell that doesn't give them any claim to your future.
Originally Published Scenes for High School Drama Students 1998