Not another Cindrella story

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After Deniel hung up on me I tried to sleep for a while but then gave up after fifteen mintutes of trying by changing positions.Then got up gathering all the courage,decided to check the mails.After reading Holly's text I was so much frustrated that I switched my phone off without checking it out.Maybe now is the right time.

I turned my phone on and went upstairs to switch on the wi-fi.I am glad that my dad needs internet for his work because if it wasn't for him I think I would've never wasted any money on unneccesary internet.

And about my accounts on social sites,all thanks to my bff not only we share our passwords but Holly made most of my accounts herself but I don't mind as long as she keeps my account up to date by uploading our embarrasing smoochy faces or pouts even though I look more like a pole next to her.

But its still okay because I don't compare our bodies its because when we were like thirteen or so and started developing the curves Holly and I,we were so insure about it that we promised each other that we will never comment on each other's body.

Twitter felt like it was something new to me.Sudden increase in the number of followeres resulted in more likes and comments,and by more I mean like likes in millions over stupid tweets like the post I tweeted last night when Holly told me how she wants a thigh gap so bad.

"Tbh why are people so obessed about thigh gaps these days?
I mean like really,if you don't have it doesn't mean you have to starve yourself."

This stupid post got over 2crore and something likes and when I took a peek at the last comments people were arguing if I am genuinly worried about people or trying to make them jealous.

Seriously people,It still shocked me that just because I'm Deniel's rumared feyonce people are actually so much intrested in me.Its strange like seriously what is up with everyone?Ain't nobody worried about their schools tomorrow than staying up all night over me,the girl who never get any second glances at school.

But that was not all when I was checking updates on my account I saw many posts and messages either from the people asking me how I meet him,Some ever thought we look perfect together,as if we are even together.But most of them were mean comments.

And out of all those things the people who I thought were my friends were the meanest.But that was enough to give me a headache then I turned to surf about Deniel.

It looked like he always knew he was surrounded by cameras he looked like celebrity in all his pictures.Then there was his picture with his family,I think.There was his mother in that picture smiling brightly at the camera but she looked more like his sister with those red curls and perfect glowing skin she definately had more sex appeal than any bikini model.While his father had a serious expressions but he looked like an older version of Deniel,same eyes,same lips except for he had worn out expressions on his face and wrinkles on most of the face.

Then their was a picture of Deniel without shirt,it looked like he was walking through the door of the gym or something with shirt in one hand,he was damp because of sweat which made his six packs more visible.Deniel just how perfect are you?

Then I typed Deniel with his girlfriend and there it was all of my pictures of that night.Didn't he had any relationships in the past or anything of that sort?Nevermind its really none of my business he said he will sort things out soon and once that happens we will go our seperate ways till than I just have to play along.

I don't know but I have this trust on Deniel that he will never do anything to hurt me,maybe that's why I want to help him so bad.Its just a matter of some days and besides I don't think much people even know about it or atleast I hope.

I decided to make some coffee since sleeping is not possible now so I decided to start my day early and do the glossary shopping.Mom was constantly yelling at me to do it since she was too exausted from the work and all the fights with dad.The coffee which I make is little too sweet for others liking and so Ziyan or my parents never really let me make it in the mornings and mom insisted that if all of us need it almost every morning she'll just make it for all of us 'to save extra fuel' as she calls it but whenever they are not home at mornings I enjoy my extra sweet cup of coffee.Actually its because I love every sweet thing in the world now that I think about it I don't think their is any sweet thing which I dislike.

When the familier smell of coffee hit my nose I turned the stove of and pored it into my favourite coffee mug.

My granny gave me this mug when I was seven or so and the reason why I love it is simply because it reminds me of her.She was not just another old lady,she was like litrary a woman you can never forget.She was the only one who never irritated me no matter how much time I spent with her she always knew how to keep me busy in silly stuff or stories.And other thing was she was the only one who actually resembles with me.Most of the people who saw her in her tweenties or early can easily tell the similarities.

I guess that's from where I got my wavy brown hair and sharp features but thing I am most greatful about is the gracefully thin body I got from her.

The coffee was just like I like it sweet and hot.And I litrary felt it down my throat and through my chest.And before I knew the coffee was finished and then I decided to choose the clothes to wear after my hot shower since I don't want a deja vu if you know what I mean.

When I was done dressing my self I stood in front of the mirror to do my hair which is just to comb them and them like that or tie a loose messy bun or pony mostly.I am not really the one of those persons who use clips or gel to keep them in place.I like them more when they are somewhat out of their place.When I said somewhat out of their place I litrary meant somewhat out of place not like how they were looking right now,mess.

After all that makeup is out of my skin I could see the dryness on my face and the iching on my hand was pretty good reminder to use the moisturiser again I don't even remember if I've used his thing this whole week.I massaged my face lightly with some of the cream.Unfolded my hair combed through them,flinching a lot and them I decided to let them down since they were a little damp from the tips probably because of the shower.

Then I opened my drawer to find my wrist watch and then noticed it was 9 am already I've just got two hours befire my shift starts.And walking to the market will take atleast fifteen mintutes so I grabbed mom's credit card and jogged to the door and closed it.

As soon as I got out I was welcomed by cold december breeze I love winter but only when I have glooves in my hands.I fisted my hands and stated walking at faster pace.Streets were almost empty except two or three people giving me stares when I walked past them then it hit me they all know about it and then don't know why I started jogging to the mall and only stoped when I reached the entrance and wasted no time and went to grap everything I needed which took no time because the mall was empty except for three or four coustomers watching me with curiosity but I shut them out and focused on buying the stuff that I needed.

Just when I was serching for the jam Ziyan liked I bumped into something.Well not exactly bumped into it but a little girl hit bumped into my stomach.

"Ouch."she yelled holding her head.

"I'm sorry."I said in a low voice and bent down to check the jam in the lower shelfs.

But she held my hand and asked me"Are you princess Zoela?"

She totally got me there.Since when did I became some princess and I wanted to ignore her but she was just too cute with those green eyes and blonde curls and we both stared at each other for quiet some time and I told her "No" because I didn't want any publicity stunt like last night.

Then started getting everything more faster to avoid any more questions.

When I was making my way out of the mall I noticed a few reported when I pushed open the door as soon as I did I had to cover my eyes to save them from the flashes.

And there Deniel was watching me with a fake smile and his bodyguards stoping the crowd from reaching us.And with trembling steps I made my way to Deniel noticing the difference in the Deniel I met last night and the guy who is standing right in front of me.Even their smiles were different.

Making me question my choice of playing his feyonce.

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