Meet Mateo… a warm hearted street rat that instantly falls in love with his beautiful upper class princess. Being down on his luck and from the wrong side of the tracks he can’t imagine her ever falling for him. However, all of that is about to change when he discovers an opportunity to be granted three wishes. What will he wish for? Will it bring him love? Will he end up with his princess? Discover the answer to these questions as you join Mateo in his search for happily ever after.
His parting words echoed in Savannah’s mind repeatedly as she made her way across the cooling sand. She didn’t have any particular destination in mind, nowhere special she needed to be, so she walked and let the sounds of the waves serve as her only guide. It wasn’t a particularly bad fight. The words he said as she had slammed the door behind her stung in her mind. It was only a few moments ago that Savannah had heard, “Fairy tales aren’t real, and happily-ever-afters only exist in sappy movies!” She shook her head and wished it would remove those words from her memory.
Savannah couldn’t help but wonder if she was asking too much to find her own Prince Charming. She was an avid reader and love stories were her favorite. There must be someone out there who shares my dream of finding the happily-ever-after. She pulled her white cardigan around her slim frame as the breeze began to pick up.
Suddenly she found herself sprawled across the beach with the waves crashing and the sound of the ocean echoing in her mind. If I hadn’t been so preoccupied with my own thoughts, perhaps I would have noticed the slight change in the color of the sand or the hard object under my foot before I found myself… well… here. A slight laugh escaped her. It was typical of her to be so lost in her own thoughts that things she should have appreciated often slipped right by her. She turned to find what had caused her to lose her footing, and her hand struck against a hard object she quickly began to uncover. Savannah slid her hands underneath the cold sand and began to toss it from side to side as she worked to remove the object from its sand casing. She didn’t know what she expected to find, but she immediately began feeling its cool, smooth surface with the palm of her hand. Blowing the sand away, she groaned in disappointment as she recognized the shape of the object to be that of a bottle. She considered tossing it back into the water and walking away, but something about it captivated her, so she continued removing the sand from its body. Eager to discover what the bottle might look like, she began to work faster at removing it. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Savannah, she was able to pull the very old, green bottle out of the sand and gasped when she found a letter inside. As she pulled the letter out, she laughed in anticipation, wondering what the note would say. She wrapped the cardigan tighter around herself. The warm afternoon sun served as her reading light.
At first, Savannah just flipped through the pages. There must be thousands of words here. She made herself comfortable in the sand by lying on her back and allowing her knees to bend slightly toward the sky, bracing herself for a long afternoon of reading. She read the words aloud in a low whisper, as if reading to the water beside her.
“Dear Reader, my name is Mateo. I was born and raised in East Harlem, and this is my story.”