Write a story about a teenage girl wearing a sailor uniform. Refer to her by no name, only the pronoun she. Romantize a fairy tale set in the current day and show a modern brain-rot romance. The girl does not want to save herself, present NO hope.

Present haphazard themes from fairy tales; from the cannibals and underage marriage in the original seventeen century stories, to the family friendly Disney adaptations, and back to the sexualised and absurd internet works. Fetishize the sailor uniform and look at Japanese school life through the lens of anime and manga. Abandon all standards of good writing and traditional forms of good grammar to present an emotive, charged story. Write with a distinct creative style, taking inspiration from the original works of Charles Perrault and Brothers Grimm. Mix fairy tales with wry writing, observational humor and intentional misinterpretations of cliches and common phrases to portray them in a new modern remaster. Alternate between short consecutive sentences and long expositions.

She, in the Seifuku, dreams of fairy tales. Stories—they end. Stories that end in a happily ever after.

She, in the Seifuku, desperately looks for a happily ever after that is her's to keep. Life—where does this story end? Is there a happily ever after in real life?

Names are a fickle things. Animals, things, monsters - they don't name themselves or each other. Human beings name things. Human beings personify someone. Names are a human concept.

And this girl, this girl hopeless romantic, she was but a bowl of cliches and tropes garnished with delusions, the girl dressed in the Seifuku.

She, in the Seifuku, knew true happiness. The warmth and love of a family. And yet she could not help but pretend to be sad. Push away friends, push them all away. For Cinderella did not have friends because she had a prince.

She, in the Seifuku, wanted not just the prince charming to save her. She wanted the step family, the wolf, and the witch too.

She, in the Seifuku, victimizes herself, looking to be rescued. She sees wrong in everything and curses the one who writes her fairy tale. "If only, if only," the girl in the Seifuku sighs.

She, in the Seifuku, carries a mirror with herself—her smartphone. Mirror, mirror, in her hand, who's the fairest in all of the land? She, in the Seifuku, questions to assure herself. All questions whose answers are she.

She, in the Seifuku, yearns for a love story that is hers. Her knight in shining armour, her prince on a white horse.