The Cinderella Contract (on hold)

Chapter 6- Just an Ordinary Day

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring in my ear at seven in the morning. No matter how many times that stupid thing goes off at the same time every morning, it still gives me a mini heart attack. I’m pretty sure my heart stops momentarily before it jump starts practically out of my chest. Today is no different.

I groaned as I reached out and tried to hit the snooze button. It’s just my luck that I ended up knocking the stupid clock off the nightstand and onto the floor. It forced me out of bed so I could clear my head from its persistent buzzing.

After the alarm was killed, I sat back down on my bed and stared blankly at the wall. Not literally killed of course… I only banged my fist on top of the off button a good three times. Just for good measure of course.

Despite my wonderful work ethic, I was not a morning person. Nor am I a night person… Hell, I’m a sleepaholic. I am most happy when I get my naps.

I yawned while stretching the tiredness from my limbs. Once I had my arms and legs to a functional state, I got up off the bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My mind was on one thing and one thing only… Food! If there was one thing I loved more than sleep, it was food.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom where I took a speedy shower, which naturally lasted about fifteen minutes. Believe it or not… That’s probably the quickest one I’ve taken. By the time I was out and had my light blue, silky robe on, my tummy was rumbling hungrily.

Quietly making for the kitchen, I made up my mind on what I was going to make. I took out all the ingredients I needed. This included a skillet for the stove, three eggs, some milk, cinnamon, and bread.

I mixed the eggs, milk, and cinnamon together in a large bowl while I waited for the skillet to hear up. Once it was warm enough, I dipped two slices of bread into the batter.

I waited impatiently for the bread to cook fully before I plopped the two slices on a plate. My mouth began to water as I spread some butter onto each slice before sprinkling some powdered sugar on top. Then, of course, the finishing touch… Maple syrup.

I sat down at the dining table as I cut the bread. The first bite sent my taste buds tingling with delight. Mmm. French toast is literally the best creation EVER.

Before I knew it, I was scrapping up the last of the syrup with my fork. Must have more! And so the process started all over again from the beginning. By the time I had finished eating and cleaning up it was about eight. I was going to have to hurry if I wanted to get to class on time.

I made my way back to my room, quietly humming while absentmindedly walking. Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t watching what was supposed to be an empty hallway.

“Oof” We both said as we collided with each other. I looked up to apologize to what I was sure was one of my roommates.

“I’m…” My apology stuck in my throat as I stared up into his face. “Um… Hi?”

He was busy rubbing his chest like I had somehow managed to hurt him when he clearly bumped into me. He was coming out of Fantine’s room… sporting only boxers.

I blinked, shocked for only a moment when I suddenly recognized his short blonde hair and groggy blue eyes. “Um… You’re that guy from the bar.”

He nodded, the same perfectly white smile from the bar flashing across his face. Seriously… This kid should be in a toothpaste ad. “Yeah. Adrian. You’re Desiree, no?”

Confused, all I could do was nod my head.

Once I found my voice, I asked him, “What are you doing here?”