Another Cinderella Story

The Beginning

My name is Ella Brooke and this is my Cinderella story. Before you go guessing that you know what to expect from my story, let me assure you, you don't! For one thing, I don't have a wicked step mother that mistreats me,no no no. I do have a step mother but I have her wrapped around my little finger; neither did my fairy godmother prepare me for a ball. This is the story of how my perfectly ordered life went kaput because of Archer Michaels.

If you didn't guess from the above paragraph, let me explain my perfect life to you. I'm the queen bee of Clarksville High, the most sought after girl, the bom digity, It Girl, and so on. Get the picture? I'm a natural blonde with elfin features and a great body. I'm stating facts here, not bragging.

Daddy dearest runs a successful conglomerate for software producers. I'd go into details but I don't speak geek. Step mother is a model and actress. They are both rarely around and I'm pretty much left to my own devices.

My best friend, Tiffany, is also a dainty blonde from a wealthy home, her parents are separated so she lives with her grandmother. They both spoil her with expensive stuff to earn her favour. She's head cheerleader for our school. She led the cheer squad to some national championship which they won. She's some kind of legend among the cheerios.

What am I doing, this is not Tiffany's story, it's mine! As I parked my BMW convertible, I notice Tiffany waving. That's why I introduced her in the previous paragraph. She does cartwheels from her car, which I notice is different, to mine. Did I mention her mother is an automobile engineer?
"Hi girl!" She and greets we do the half hug cheek air kiss thing.
"Nice wheels, what's this one?"
"Its a refurbished 90s mustang." She answer, even though she knows I'm not interested

"First day back, are you psyched or what!"
"Yay." I deadpan. "First day of resumption is my favorite." She doesn't notice the sarcasm.
"I heard Annie saying she heard from Carla, who heard from Sonia that we have a new student!" She says breathlessly.
"What did I tell ya about sharing cheer gossip?"
"You said you're not interested."

I clutch my purse and start walking as reply, ignoring the wannabes lurking around for me to notice them. Tiffany is already texting on her phone, making plans with her latest beau, Jeremy. He's a jock and an absolute cutie, if you like muscle geeks, which I don't.
"Jeremy is throwing a party Saturday" she says.

I walk into the hall way and promptly bump into someone. Now, if you know me, you know to clear a path. Gearing up to throw a bitch feat worthy of first day gossip, I look up, and continue looking.
"Sorry." A voice says and my brain goes to mush. He glides away before I can form a reply.

"That's the new kid I was telling you about. What a hunk!" Tiffany sighs. "If I wasn't with Jeremy, I'd total take him. Peyton already called dibs anyway."

Peyton, my archnemesis, the only girl stupid enough to challenge me. We used to be buddies until fifth grade when she kissed Matt even though I'd already called dibs.
"He's mine" I say, flipping my hair.

As we walked to homeroom, I wondered why he wasn't captivated by my astonishing beauty. Guys couldn't keep their eyes off me. I continue to wonder about it until third period math!

Mr Potter went on and on about some longitudes and latitudes. I wasn't the only one who tuned him out, but as usual, I'm the only one he picks on.

"Maybe miss Brooke would like to share what she's dreaming about?" He says directly in front of me. I'd been so carried away, I hadn't heard him approach. He snatches the book I'd been doodling hearts on. "Or maybe she's more interested in her art." He says, showing my drawings around. I flush prettily and hide behind my luxurious curls.

Peyton snickers and I flash her a venomous look which she ignores, blowing on her middle finger. It's on bitch!, I think.
"What was the last thing I said." Mr Potter asks. I frowned in confusion before answering smartly.
"You wanted to know if I was more interested in my art. It's worthy if Picasso, if I do say so myself."

He storms back to the front of the class in exasperation. Last semester, he gave me detention for one week and my dad took the issue up with the school's board, claiming I was being victimized. He's left me alone ever since then.

After school, I greet Tiffany goodbye and walk towards my car. I notice Peyton flirting unashamedly with the new guy and I huff prettily. This had to end, now. I stare venomously at Peyton, wishing she'd just disappear. She notices me and smiles victoriously. The boy looks up and sees me, waving. I lift my hand to wave back but he returns his attention to Peyton, ugh!

"I need retail therapy, now!" I exclaim quietly, getting into my car and peeling off towards the mall. Nothing would calm me like a few Victoria Secret items, and maybe a pair of Jimmy Choos, or two!