Just Another Stupid Cinderella Story

Chapter 9

I got home and realized, it’s Wednesday, I still have half a week of school left before the weekend. UGH! Kill me now!

Just then I got a text from Amanda, “hey, r we still on 4 shopping 2day?”

I texted back, “Of course I wouldn’t miss it”

“Awesome, I’ll pick u up @ 4ish k?” she asked.

“kk,” I replied.

I looked at the clock, three fifteen. I still had a while. Guess I should start on my homework. I looked at the stack of Spanish that I had collected from my stunt in class. Easy work, but boring as heck; I picked it up.

Ugh, conjugating verbs! It was the worst part of taking a Spanish course. A lot of people ask me, “If you are fluent in Spanish, then why do you take an AP course?”

Well, because, yes, I know Spanish, but I still need a foreign language credit, and, granted, I could have taken French or Chinese, or just about any other language, but I figured Spanish would be the easiest, since I already know the language. Makes sense, right?

I finished it in eighteen minutes, which made it three thirty-three. I still had time, I looked at my Science work, I didn’t want to touch it, too many horrifying memories from that class today. I shivered. I still can’t believe he is stalking me.

Instead, I picked up Geometry, bor-ing. Oh well, it beats Science.

I looked at the first problem, this was going to take a while. I tried to figure out the answer, but I just couldn’t concentrate. Time for some good quality music, not any of that trash people call music, like Justin Bieber, or what’s that new kids name, oh yeah, Greyson Chance.

I pushed play, and one of my favorite songs came on, Viva La Vida by Coldplay. Now THAT was music.

The song ended soon, and I was no closer to finding out the answer than I was when the song started. Great, this was going to take a while.

A half an hour passed before I even realized, and Amanda was outside in her Lamborghini Sesto Elemento honking the horn, and I had only done two problems.

I grabbed my purse, and slipped on some heels, and I was out the door.

“Nice car,” I told her.

“Thanks!” she said in her overly perky way, that I absolutely loved.

The car was powder pink, it totally matched her personality.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Yup,” I said, popping the p.

I climbed in, and sat my purse at my feet.

“So what kind of car do you have?” she asked.

“Strangely enough, I don’t have one.”

“Why not? You said your dad was, like, a billionaire.”

“Millionaire,” I corrected. “And yeah, he was, I was going to get a car for my next birthday, but, well you know what happened.”

“So why haven’t you gotten one now?”

“Because, to get one, you have to have a legal adult sign off on it with you, and I can almost guarantee that my step-monster won’t let me.”

“Have you asked her?”

“Not yet, getting a car would be the final step, you know, to accepting that he really IS gone.”

“Yeah, I guess, but if you had a car you wouldn’t have to ride the bus anymore, with all those stinky people.” She shivered. “I would hate to have to ride the bus again.”