A Cinderella Story

Chapter 4

No POV for right now, just messaging between PrincetonGirl and Maddog.

M: How's your day so far?
P: Ragin step-mom, work and cool kids who can't get over themselves.
P: Ever feel like you don't belong?
M: Absolutely. I could be surrounded by a sea of people and still feel all alone. Then I look at you.
P: Hey Nomad, do you think we've ever met?
M: I don't know. The school has over 3,500 kids.
P: That narrows it down.
M: Hehe. At least I can eliminate the guys. You're not a guy right. Cause if you're a guy I could totally kick your butt.
P: I am not a guy. Have you told your dad about Princeton yet?
M: If only I could. I haven't even told him I want to be a veterinarian.
P: My dad always encouraged me I peruse my dreams.
M: Not mine. He has my whole life planned for me.
P: It's 2:00am. We've been at this for 5 hours.
M: I think we broke our record.
P: We should turn in. Sweet Dreams.
M: Wait, I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs in a wakeful dose I sorrow for the hand, the lips, the eyes- for the meaning of tomorrow.
P: quoting Tennyson. Impressive.
M: Please meet me at the homecoming dance in the middle of the dance floor at 10:30. I'll be waiting.