You know that feeling when you wake up, happy, with no worries or threat? Yeah i wouldn't know because my morning war crappy and i dreaded every second.
"Mom, can i not go to school today? Pleasepleaeseplease." you could say i was basically on my knees, pleading my mother. Mom just gave me a weird look and nodded. "Whats wrong sweetie? Why are you acting like that? You know not going to school is not even an option. What about your perfect attendance award." aah damn me and my perfect attendance. "Fine, fine."
I grabbed my backpack and walked out of my little house. I hlanced over to our neigbours house, only to see that Greg had already left for school. That lottle shit is already setting a death trap for me.
So many what if questions swirled in my head. I tried to clear my mind of cruel thoughts as i headed towards school. Whats the worst he can do? Who am i kidding, he's Greg Dallas.
I finall areived at school. It was pretty much a normal day. Everyone standing around the parking lot, talking, gossiping, so on. I made my way inside the building and made my to my locker. Deidre was already there, leaning against the locker next to mine, tapping on her phone.
"Hey Cindy," she greeted, not bothering to look up. "How was your date with Mr Sexy?" I gagged at her nickname for Greg.
"Amazing. Like no other date in the worls. I mean, who would embarass the popular kid in front of everyone and ask for death? Me. Thats right. ME!" I dont know if you realized, but i have this bad habbit of being sarcastic at wrong times. Deidre looks up at me now, shock evident on her face.
"Wait, what? You did what? Cee, start talking now!" she ordered.
I gulped as i began telling her erything. Not leaving a single part. I mean she's my best friend, my only hope to live.
"Girl, you're dead!" Deidre's tone was serious.
"Geez, thanks for your support and trust. If only everyone had a friend like you," shut up you sarcastic fool.
Deidre just shooknher head and gave me a look that said, 'you know what i said is true'I was about to tell her something but the bell rang. I just nodded my head and walked off to my first class. Biology is just the right way to start a bad day. Mrs Kutcher is an evil monster. He may be the only teacher that doesn't like me. Ither than Ms. Pool. And Mr. Jameson. And Mrs. Kribb. You get the point.
I arrived in class to see only few early birds had arrived. For once im early to calss. Yay me. I took my seat in the third row, left stool, as i waited for our teacher. Mrs Kutcher arrived a few minutes later and started reprimanding some late comers.
"Good morning cla-" she was cut off when the door swung open for the fiftieth time, revealing....
Oh shit! Biology with beast.
"How nice of you to finally join us Mr Dallas. Its been a whole term!" Mrs Kutcher gave Greg a pointed look. Greg just shrugged as he made his way to the back of the class.I tried burying my head inside my bookbag, but the devil stopped as he passed my seat. He then smirked as he took the seat next to me. Just great.
"Hey Cinderella," he waves his hand in front of my face. I just shook my head, and tried to focus on the lesson.***
To say Greg was a pain in the ass is an understatement. That boy can not shut his mouth. The whole time during Biology, he just asked me stupid questions and kept eating my brain. How is he even in Year 12? It must have taken heck of money to get him here. That brainless idiot.The bell rang for next lesson and i couldn't have been happier. I was walking to my next class, when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see....you take a guess.
"What. Do. You. Want." Greg put his hands up in surrender.
"Geez, i was just gonna tell you, that you left your pen in class. No need to explode!" he said as he handed me my pen. I mumbled a thank you and walked off. Ran off, to be precise.I didn't want to see that monster for another millisecond. Thank the seven heavens i don't have any other class with him today, except lunch. The whole school had luch at the same time.
I'll deal with that later.
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Not Your Cinderella.
RandomMeet me. I am Cinderella, but dare you call me that. Cindy! I am Cindy, not your Cinderella. And this is my story. It was my story until he came along. Greg Dallas, my Prince Charming, not so charming though. He made my life a hell. Who knew my prin...