They Call Her Goldilocks

This is a third person narrative I wrote for a fairytale assignment in our class. I decided to twist the original theme and story of Goldilocks and apply it to present day San Francisco. I am in love with the city and thought that the story could have an interesting plot in modern day dynamics. 

They Call Her Goldilocks

            Once upon a time, in the booming city of San Francisco there lived a girl with bouncing brown curls that would spring up and down as she walked down the busy streets. She would spend the days roaming the alleys and looking for new places to explore. Her name was Genna, but they called her Goldilocks, since everyone knew that was her favorite fairytale and she talked about it relentlessly. Seeming to not have any true fiends, Genna found herself causing mischief and getting into trouble with adventuring to places where girls would not normally find themselves. However, the people of the city knew that they could always count on Genna going off and finding trouble wherever it was hiding.

            One morning, Genna decided to skip her busy 7^th grade school day and find exciting places to see in the big city, a decision she often found herself making. She started her trek in Union Square and made her way left and right and up and down the crowded intersections and sidewalks. Eventually she came to a house under construction amidst newly built apartment buildings. No workers or busy men could be found anywhere as she made her way to the back gate that led to the freshly watered backyard lawn. The house was enormous, filled with brand new furniture and covered in bright paint. The wooden floors glistened and the lights inside glowed with new fluorescent lights that invited Genna further into the house, where she made herself comfortable as if it were her own home. The house seemed empty, but it was too perfect for a family not to live in such a warm and alluring place.

            After kicking her shoes off, she went straight for the kitchen and dug into the shiny refrigerator that was stocked with anything a heart desires. However, it was strange that there were only three spoons, three cups, and three plates in the whole house. All three were different sizes as if custom made for a family of three. Without thinking about whose it could be, Genna picked the perfect sized cup, spoon, and plate from the cupboards and served herself to pastas, and rice, and fruits, and assorted chicken and steak. It all seemed too good to be true, and right as she sat down in the small chair by the fireplace, the tiny chair broke under her weight. Without a second glance, Genna lowered herself into the comfiest chair and ate her food with ease.

            It only seemed necessary to Genna to take a nap after eating so much food, leaving her dirty dishes on the coffee table and heading upstairs. She climbed into the most comfortable bed out of the three that varied in sizes and quickly fell asleep. Until….

Standing above her face as she woke up, the family of three watching Genna sleep just started without saying a word. Genna jumped out the bed, startled by the people she’d never seen before and it took her a minute to remember she was in somebody else’s seemingly empty home. But instead of scolding the stranger in their home, the family kept her there the whole day asking her all about her life and Genna seemed to enjoy so much attention from three very different people. They laughed and talked and felt like a whole new family together, and even planned trips for the future that involved exploring San Francisco’s ever corner. Genna was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to tell people all about this new family the next day at school.

            The very next day was her birthday, but when Genna strolled back to the beautiful house, there was nothing there but an empty driveway with a dead lawn and no home. She was dumbfounded by the disappearance of the house but knew that her good fortune was too great to be true. She walked back to her home in a slump and was again disappointed to see that her parents were nowhere to be found, especially on a day like her birthday. Sulking and wishing she had some company, Genna sat down on her couch and put her face in her hands. But right when all hope was lost, her parents burst through the door with balloons and streamers and lights with bright colors and swept through the room. Behind them came in classmates and friends from around San Francisco that had all come to celebrate Genna’s birthday with her. All her worries went out the door when she suddenly realized that she had everything she could ever want all around her.