My Crazy Cinderella Story

~Chapter Thirty Seven~

Hiiii guuuuys (she says sheepishly). Long time no see aye? Hehe...yeah, I'm sorry about that. As I had said in the previous chapter, I had exams and a lot of summatives to do which left no time for wattpad.
But, that is over now and I'm back!

Follow the beautiful arrow to hear the wonderful song that I am utterly in love with currently! Also, to see the warlock goddess herself, Genevieve Katima!! Ain't she just gorgeous?
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Alright guys, here's chapter 37!! Mind you, I wrote this chapter while being sick (yup, I'm sick right now!) so sorry if it isn't that good!

Enjoy!
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~Chapter Thirty Seven~

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With a giggle, I kick the football out from my little brother's feet and run the other way, towards his side of the field. I hear Sebastian gasp in surprise before chasing after me for the ball.

"You are losing your touch, Bash, my dear little brother." I tease with a giggle. He lets out a small growl before making a move for the ball. With a chuckle I dribble it out of his reach and push forward, towards his goal post.

"You are cheating!" He yells after me, making me gasp in mock shock.

"How dare you accuse me of such a thing Bash!" I exclaim. "How exactly would I be able to cheat anyway? It is not like I would be able to push you out of the way, both my hands are busy holding up my skirts so I do not trip and fall." I reason with him as he tries to kick the ball out of my control. I just had to wear the most poofiest dress ever made today. Why I did not just go change before deciding to play soccer with my brother, I have no idea.

"You are shielding the ball with your poofy skirts!" Sebastian exclaims with a slight pout but his eyes shining with determination. Determination to get the football away from me. I chuckle at his accusation before faking going right and going left, running right past him with the ball.

Getting a head of him, I finally reach his goal post, which we have marked with a pair of twigs signifying the goal area. Coming to a stop, I give the ball a hard kick and it goes flying through the goal area and into the woods behind.

"Wooohoooo!" I exclaim throwing up my hands and doing a little victory dance. My little brother just stomps his foot and sticks his tongue out at me.

"Aww, do not be a sore loser. This is the first time you have ever lost in this game!" I exclaim at him, pinching his cheeks. With a playful glare, he swats my hands away from his face. With a chuckle, I stand up straighter and ruffle his hair. "Go get the ball, it is yours now." I tell him.

"Where is it?" He asks, looking around with a confused pout on his face. Aww! My little brother is the most adorable little thing ever.

"It flew into the woods." I exclaim with a sheepish look. Sebastian can become quite the lazy lad when it comes to doing something that does not involve fun. Playing soccer and scoring is fun. Going to get the ball after scoring, when it lands far off in the middle of no where, is not fun. Sebastian looks at the woods, then at me, then back at the woods before sighing and shaking his head.

"I hate you." He mumbles under his breath before stomping off into the woods.

"I love you too!" I call after his retreating form. When he ignores me and begins jogging a little faster, I chuckle.