Hansel and Gretel

This is really JUST A DRAFT.
please read it and if you have any ideas for a better ending or anything please tell me!!
im a japanese major, so my english writing isn't that great... =P
here goes...

Hansel and Gretel. A story told through generations about the mistreatment of two poor children by their wicked stepmother. They find a Gingerbread Cottage where there is an evil witch who tries to eat them. They kill her and are eventually reunited with their father as their step mother has died. Sound familiar? IT IS ALL LIES. Forget all the variations of Hansel and Gretel that you have read. I am going to tell you what REALLY happened.

Once upon a time, blonde haired and blue eyed Hansel and Gretel lived with their mother and father in a cute little house with a white picket fence in central New York. Their Father worked at a bank and their mother was a school teacher. To the outside world, they seemed perfect. People would often walk past the family and dream wistfully about what it must be like to be as perfect as them. However, what most people did not know was that behind the charade, they were drug lords. Even young Hansel and Gretel were in on it. One day, a terrible tragedy occurred. Their mother was shot by a ‘home invader’, or, I should say a gang angry that their crack was not up to the usual standard, and later died in hospital.

As the FBI had been watching this family for a while, we decided to send someone in to find their main source of cocaine. I’m sure that by now you can tell that that someone was me. I was sent to ‘seduce’ their father and make him trust me enough to tell me their biggest family secret. The only way? Make him fall in love with me of course. Marriage was not something I had planned at all. But, when I’m assigned to a job, I do everything I can to get to get to the bottom of it.

Things were going well. I came to really care about the family who, as a rule, did not use the drugs themselves, just sold them to gangs and such. But as the children got older, around 9 years old, they became hooked. I tried EVERYTHING to get them clean. We moved out into the country, thinking that getting away from their bad friends and the city and getting some fresh air would do them good. Even that had no effect. Finally, the only option left was sending them away. Of course we didn’t send them very far, but the drugs made them confused and disorientated and they ended up walking deep into the woods.

One day, they stumbled across a cottage, which, in their stoned state, appeared to be made out of gingerbread. They had been taught to be suspicious of everyone and everything and usually would not have approached this strange place, but they had the munchies, so they immediately climbed onto the cottage and started trying to consume the roof tiles. The little old lady came out to see what the commotion was, and, as is expected from an elderly woman, invited them in for some real food. Hansel and Gretel stayed at the cottage for a while, and as their drug supply dwindled, the withdrawals started. The little old lady, who had not been near civilisation for years and therefore did not know about the worlds growing drug problem, just assumed that they were poor, lost and sick children and the cure for that was to ‘fatten ‘em up’. One day, she suffered a bad fall and put her back out. This meant that she could no longer carry out her usual household tasks. She asked Gretel to clean the oven for her, but Gretel immediately assumed the ‘evil witch’ was trying to cook her so, together with her brother; they pushed her into the oven, turned it on and ran away.

I’m not sure how they found their way back home. By then, I was long gone. Their father had turned to crack to help dull the pain of losing his first wife and both of his children and I had to be pulled out of the operation for risk of my safety. I often think about them and hope that they are doing ok. The bond that we formed in the years before that incident is unbreakable, even their horrible story filled with lies could not weaken it. I just thought that people needed to know the real version. You can choose to believe what you want, but step mothers aren’t really as bad as they seem in the stories.