Life Is Not a Fairy Tale by Fantasia (books for students to read .TXT) š
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I donāt want anyone to lose faith in me, but I decided to be honest so that all of the other young people like me will know in advance what droppinā out of school really turns into. My life looks like a fairy tale in many ways, but you have to remember that life is not a fairy tale. Iām the American Idol, which seems like a fairy tale, but I canāt even read a fairy tale to my four-year-old daughter.
While Iām tellinā the truth and admittinā things, I should tell you that I donāt even have a driverās license. J.B. was trying to help me get one, but the real work of learning how to drive and knowing the rules of driving, I had to do for myself. I didnāt even know where to start. When I won the car onIdol, they handed me the keys as soon as I stepped off the stage. I was filled with mixed emotions of joy, pride, and the fear of someone finding out that I couldnāt drive. I was afraid that they would take the car away. I was also filled with dread because holding those keys in my hand meant that it was really time for me to learn to read in order to get the driverās license and to be able to live this new life that was right before me, that I was holding in my hand. I knew right then that I would have learn to read before I could really enjoy this blessing of having my own car.
In the midst of all of the excitement and rush of being the American Idol (like having to complete an album right away), I still have not had the time to learn all that I need to learn in order to get my driverās license. I gave the Ford Focus to my mother, who had never had her own car. I bought myself another car, which I let everyone else in my family drive for me. If you can imagine thatāI didnāt even get to test-drive my own car, because I didnāt have a license. My cousin, Angelica (we call her āBoo Booā because her mother was called āBooā and so she came to be known as āBoo Booā), test-drove the car, with me in the passengerās seat. I asked her, āDoes it ride well?ā Boo Boo said, āItās a smooth ride.ā I said to the salesperson who was in the backseat, āIāll take it.ā If I had stayed in school I would be test-drivinā my own car. I would be arguinā with the press when they misquote me. I would have been able to say somethinā āsmartā to Simon Cowell when he said somethinā āsmartā to me. I am missinā out on that stuff.
On that day when I actually did try to get my driverās license, the man looked at the mostly blank written test when I turned it in, and said, āMaāam, go home andstudy. ā He didnāt know that I had never learned how to study.
My fourth mistake was turning my back on God. When I needed God most, I completely gave up on Him. I was going through so many things and I felt like He wasnāt listening anymore. It wasnāt Godās fault. He was putting me through these trials and I was doing these things to myself. God could see that I needed to be woken up and brought back to Him. And this is the positive thing about making mistakes. If you do believe that God has a plan for you, while you are going through hard times, you can always know that His plan includes you learning the things that youneed to learn. Your pain is just Godās reminders and they getlouder and louder.
God has successfully brought me back to Him and to my senses. But now, I worry that by tellinā it all to the world, people might think badly of my parents. My parents did the best they could with what they had to work with. They taught us manners and the difference between right and wrong and to give our lives to God. Being raised in High Point was just a bad startinā point, and so what happened happens to most families like ours: too many mouths to feed, too many children havinā children, not enough money to feed them all, and a million dreams that never get off of Interstate 85.
Some people would say that itās a mistake to tell my story like I am. I can just hear the ladies from the church sayinā, āI canāt believe that girl put her business out in the street shaminā her family like that.ā I can just hear them! But
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