My very own Prince Charming

Chapter 1

I wake up feeling very confused. I'm on my bed, but last I remember is I was in the car, going to my house. My grandma had picked me up at the airport. I decide to get up and ask my grandma what happened, and how I got to my bed, since she wouldn't be able to lift me. I walk out of my room, and turn left. Then go down a little hallway, into the kitchen, where I see my grandma. "Hey grandma. How'd I get to my bed?" I ask. She tells me, "Oh I asked a young boy to carry you. He looked to about your age, maybe a year older." I tell her, "You could've just woken me up." She gives me a stern look and says, "I could've. But, you needed that sleep. Especially after that visit with your parents."

Ok before you go all crazy, let me tell you my story. My names Ella. I'm 16, and I live with my grandma. Why? Well because my parents never intended on having me. They still don't want the responsibility of a child. At first they were going to put me up for adoption, but my grandma said no. So now I live with her, in California, while my parents live in southern Canada. I go up and visit them twice a year, for a week.

Next I tell my Nana, "Well next time please don't ask a random stranger. What if he was some creep? Or a druggy?" My Nana says, "Well he wasn't. Trust me on this on, alright?" I just nod. After this I decide to go find Fred. He's my Burmese Mountain Dog mixed with some retriever. My parents got him for a few years ago. At the time they thought it make me forgive them a bit, but it's changed nothing. Oh ya did I mention I found out when I was 12 that my parents weren't dead, or anything.

Once I find Fredrick - Fred's one of his nicknames - I go and talk him for a walk with my Nana. I tell her about my time up there. About how all my parents did was complain. And about how the only things I did like were, the poutine, and Tim Hortons.

When we get back I'm about to call my friend Peyton, but when I go to P in my contacts, I see something different. I have a contact named Prince Charming. There's a phone number, and a note. The note says, "Hello Sleeping Beauty. I know you probably don't remember me, but I'm how you go from the car to your bed. I was just walking from work, to my house, and an old lady asked for my help. So I told her I would. But what I didn't realize is, I'd be helping her by, carrying the most gorgeous girl is ever seen, into her bed. I really hope sometime I can see you again. Maybe this time you won't be asleep, curled in a ball. But if you are that's ok too. You look stunning"

I run outside, to show my grandma, this sweet message. After she reads it, she tells me, "Oh that sweet boy. You should call him, Ella. Invite him over for supper." I roll my eyes, but I tell her I will. I decide to call him upstairs.

When I get upstairs, I click the little phone symbol, to call him. It's on the third ring, when someone picks up. They sleepily say, "Hello?" I'm unsure what to say, or how to introduce myself. So I just say, "Ummm.... Hello. This is the girl, who you carried to her room. And somehow unlocked my phone, to add you're contact info." "Oh, you're sleeping beauty. I'm surprised you actually called. Well even found the contact for that matter," he says. I already dislike him, just by the way he's talking."Well I wasn't going to but my grandma, told me to invite you over for dinner. You already know where we live too," I tell him. He asks me, "Well do you want me too? I wouldn't come if you don't want me to."

"It doesn't matter." I tell him. He says, "Ok. Well what time should I come at?" I tell him, "Well we usually eat at 6. So maybe 5:30." He awkwardly says, "umm.. Alright. Oh hey... My name's Noah." I tell him my name, then he hangs up.

After that, I decide to shower, so I don't smell so bad. Even though I HATE showering, living in the California heat, means I have to shower daily. I take about a 10 minute shower. When I get out of the bathroom, it's already 5. I look through my closet, and decide on a patterned romper, with a thin grey cardigan. I then straighten my hair.