Futuristic Fairytales Book 1
Cinderella story with Enhypen!
I do not own Enhypen. They are real humans and belong to themselves. The characters are only based off of the members. The characters look alike and act very similarly but are not the membe...
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"ELA!!" I hear my stepmother call. I realize I'm still in bed. Oh shit! If she's up, then I slept in! I rush to put on my clothes and hurry down the stairs. I make it look like I was sweeping the floor before she comes in the room.
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My stepmother, Lavinia, is not the nicest person. Well, technically that's an understatement. She's nice to my dad and my stepsisters. If she thinks people are below her, she hates them and doesn't hide it. Unless their is someone there that can get her in trouble.
Lavinia walks in the room. "WHY IS BREAKFAST NOT MADE?!" She yells at me. "I'm sorry. There was a lot of dirt on the floor." I lie. "NOW YOU'RE MAKING EXCUSES!! UNBELIEVABLE!!" She stomps off, the metal head piece she's wearing clinks as she walks.
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I walk towards the kitchen. Arabella is standing in the doorway. "You ok?" Arabella is probably the only nice person in this house. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? Kinda used to it by now."
"That doesn't mean you should be. I'll make breakfast, you clean the kitchen." I nod and walk into the kitchen after Arabella.
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After the kitchen is clean and breakfast is made, Arabella leaves and I put the plates on the cart as well as the food dishes. I roll the cart out and across the hall, to the dining room.
"Why is breakfast so late!!" I hear the high pitched, annoying voice of Agatha as I open the door to the dining room.
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I walk in and set the plates on the table. Three of them. I'm not "allowed" to eat with them and Father is always at work.
"Sorry." I bow my head as I place the food on the table and leave. I walk towards the closet. I open the door and grab the mop. I continue to do my chores before I got ready to leave for work.
I walked out of the house and headed towards the edge of the property. Once I got to the gate it opened and I headed on my journey towards work.
I work in a clock makers shop as a repairer. It's not the best job and customers can be rude but if living with my stepmother has taught me anything, it's to ignore rude comments.
I walk into the shop and grab my apron. The shop owner, a nice old man who makes the clocks, greets me. I say hello and walk to the counter to continue working on the clock I started working on yesterday. The day goes by smoothly until an hour before we are about to close the shop. A man walks in, but he has no clock in his hand. He just stands there and stares at a clock on the wall. "Hello sir. Would you like to buy that clock?" I ask. "No " is all he says before he turns to look at another one. "Did you make these?" He asks. "No, the owner of the shop makes the clocks. I only repair them." I say as I grab a gear and place it into the clock I am repairing. He turns towards me.
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"There is a clock I need repaired."
"Do you have it on you?"
"No it is big and I didn't want to bring it all the way here in case there was no one to fix it."
