Cinderella Isn't Me...

Chapter One : The Meeting

The Meeting

The buzz,the lights,the sudden need to be crazy. All a hase a rush to be wanted. All that was enough but before the buzz....There was Cristie. Cristie the secret well the not so secret daughter of Marlyon. Marlyon Jacobs, the most beautiful womenon earth for 2011. Or at least supposlibly but my mom was not very attractive if you lived with her. Her personality and range of intellegiance was of a 3 year old sadly. But what you lack in brains you make up in beauty.

Cristie was me. Cristie Jacobs. My mother also happened to be a singer. A really good singer. Somethings are passed down and that was passed down to me but I had no intention of  building a carreer out of the voice I had to carry by genes. I didn't want to. I wanted to become something more serious then a singer even though my heart dances and sang like I was only ever 13. But thats besides the point its time to take you to the beginng of this story to the party we go!

*The Party*

The cold air brushed upon my bare legs as we, meaning my friends, walked up the drive way to the house in which the party started. The party of the year supposibly. I wasn't into coming to parties but losing a bet placed me here at this time for the LAST time ever. I couldn't really rmember much of the horrid night but I remember dancing and drinking then it was hazy but I knew Jessie was in there some where and I didn't want him to know at least the tiny-est detail.

I remember laughing and flirting before being lead to a couple of stairs and a dark room. The rush of my heart was going to kill me. The excitment seizing the moment. I had no intention at stopping him. The pull was too big for my own taste but I let it free. The idea of his kiss, his touch, and his needing. His wanting and my wanting pushing us both forward this was so much more differant than I imagined it but I never did imagine it with Jessie of all people.

*Morning*

Before I know it's morning and I am waken by the burning of the sun. I pushed my self off the bed removing his arms from my naked waist. The warm small feeling in my stomach not welcomed and killed with acid of the worst kind. I ran around the room looking for my clothes silently. I didn't want Jessie to know who I was. I wanted nothing to do with him apart from yesterday night. I was prown to being an idiot and not remembering what had happened but I could take a hit or two or maybe three called my clothes on the floor.

Why was I an idiot?! I wasted no time in looking for a way out that wasn't the door. I didn't want to wake him up and see me trying to leave. I grabbed my bag, slipped on my shoes and left. Climbing through the window was the easiest  ever but walking into the rain was not so you can imagine what getting homw was going to be like. My mother shouted that she didn't want me to come into her nice house like that but luckly  for me she wasn't home. I threw off my converse and walked up stairs. I grabbed a towel and a pair of dry clothes becasuse only god know how much I despise being wet in my own house unless its from the shower.

You can say im not exactly a dolphin but its not my fault I just dont the rain. I might grow to like it when I am old sitting in a rocking chair made of the most uncomfortable wood and have 3 cats name Lilyian, Julia, and Marcus. But nets not get into a  vivid  imagination I don't like slamming on old pepole. I love my grandma. I shook my head at the conversation I was having with my self and hoped into the shower.I don't like the rain but I love taking showers. Now tell me I'm not a strange person. But for sure not enough to locked into a mental hospital I checked. So did my mom.....

Walking into the steaming air of hot water made me feel wet again but I was. I was wet by a shower. Oh my god! Such a big surprise is going to make me have a heart attack.  I am not in the eye of the beholder! What ever that means. I stared out he window of the gloomy dreaded day with rain before deciding to call my friends over. My mother was gone for a tour leaving some butler to take care of me. Or at least to the press thats what it looked like. I want some blueberries about now. Or maybe watching 'Horton Hears A Who' . I still love that movie. No! No. I got this! Pineapples. Thats what it is. 

Or maybe what it is is French Toast and I just don't know it. I want a little brother to be a ninja with. With those ninja suits and all those mask and stuff. Yeah those.God! Why am I such a creep?! I still want some blueberries. I shook my head with an easy smile on my face before picking up the phone. Dialing the familiar numbers with a rapid speed and waiting for the endless rings to end was not exactly what I wanted to do right now but I could wait exactly 3 more seconds before I hung up and called Scarlet. Her real name is Miley but we call her Scarlet because it fits her style and all. With red hair included. The only thing that would have kept me from talking about Scarlet from now to forever was a voice. And lucky me was able to hear her voice. 

"Hello! If you don't answer me right now I'm gonna hang-"

"Hiiiiiii Lulu loca!"  (Spanish for 'Crazy')

"I am not crazy! You just take forever to answer me !"

"My house. Hortan Hears A Who. Blueberries.Bananas. This shit is bananas! B-a-an-anns. Bye!!"

"Who's Craz-"

The line went dead as i cliked the call button. I for one did not want to hear a rant in my face blow up. Instead I danced my way down the stairs (without tripping! Thank God) then walked into the huge kitchen and wallked all the way passed the swaying doors. I walked up to Mick, the family shef, and asked him straight out witht he only thing that I would ask him on a saturday. Because he doesn't work on Saturdays but he always wants to make me happy. Mick is about 23 with grey stormy eyes and a bright smile.

"Mick......"

"Yes?"

"Can you....Make me some.....Banana smoothies?"

That sentance came out more like a long akward sentance.

"Sure" He smiled a little before looking at me expecting an answer and when I stayed silent he asked me. "How many? Because I know that you won't be here alone."

"Oh. Well Lulu's coming." 

"That's it?!"

"Yeah."

I smiled silently before dancing my way back to my room. I searched up and down my room until I found what I was looking for right next to the T.V. Haha. It was right next to the flat sceen on top of the small couch. I felt my once wet hair become dry turning my mellow ebony hair to a  pleasent brown. My alternating eyes moving from frosty clear to dirty ambers and chest nut browns. I was average height with a good body. Small waist and if I forgot to mention an ivory skin tone. 

Never mind my apperance though the important fact is I....Have....Found.....The.....Movie! Just then the door busted open to reveal all and I mean ALL of my crazy friends with the crazy clothes and crazy big hair. Yup I am one of those people but without the hair. I just have simple brown long wavy hair. I hang out with crazy people but guess what.....I'm Cinderella with the Converse.