Just Another Stupid Cinderella Story

Chapter 13

I got up the next morning, and put on my skinny jeans, a floaty strapless top, and black ankle boots with silver accents.

I put on my makeup, a smoky eye, and brushed my hair, then straightened my bangs. My curly hair fell perfectly around my shoulders.

I looked in the mirror. I looked hot.

My cell phone lit up on my bed. There was one new text message from Amanda, “Hey are you feeling better? Do you need a ride?”

I texted her back, that, yes, I was feeling better, and a ride would be greatly appreciated, that is, if she was willing to give me one.

Less than a minute later she texted me back, “Of course I don’t mind giving you a ride, I’ll be there in ten.”

I smiled, and picked up my book bag, all of my homework was done, checked, and rechecked to make sure it was one hundred percent correct, there was no way I was getting anything wrong, if I was to impress Charlie, I was going to get all A’s, in advanced classes.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen; got some pop tarts for breakfast, and poured myself a cup of coffee. My computer was sitting right where I had left it on the counter the night before, so I opened up my e-mail, and saw one new message from Mystery Man.

‘Took him long enough,’ I thought.

“Oh, I’m sorry, maybe today will be better. Maybe the jerk will realize what he’s missing out on, because he’s missing out on a lot.”

I smiled, maybe he would, in fact, I was going to make him see exactly what he was missing out on.

I quickly typed a reply, because Amanda would be here any minute.

“I’m hoping it will be. Thanks for the encouragement.”

A car horn beeped outside, and I ran out to meet Amanda. Today was the day he was going to see me for who I really was, or maybe it was for who I really wasn’t.

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I was going to end it here, but I figured that since I haven’t uploaded in forever, you deserve more, so on to the rest of the chapter!!!!

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“Hey, you feeling better?” she asked.

“Yeah, a lot, thanks.”

“No problem, why aren’t you wearing your maxi?” she asked.

“My sisters, I’m waiting for a day where they leave before I do, so I can get out of the house before they see me in it, and demand that I hand it over.”

She gasped, “You’re kidding me! They steal your clothes!”

“Sometimes, and only some of it, they only take the pieces that they deem inappropriate for a girl of my ‘social standing.’”

 Amanda rolled her eyes, “They do realize that the only reason they are of the ‘social standing’ that they are at, is because of your dad, right?”

“I don’t think so, I don’t think Tonya ever told them where they actually got their money from. And they were too young to remember Argentina, and I don’t think that they remember too much of America before my dad came along either. It’s not like Tonya is going to tell them that without me, they have no money, and if I did, there is no way they would believe me, it would sound like some ploy to get them off of my back.”

“Good point, I can’t believe that Tonya never told them,” she said.

“I can, if Tonya told them then they would know that they were dependant on me, which means that the tormenting would stop, and I would be treated like ‘a spoiled brat.’ Tonya can’t handle that.”