Another Cinderella Story

My Cinderella Moment

Drew, Lois's make up artist did my hair and makeup the next day. As he dressed me up, I wished I was dressing for my own party. But it was not to be. He coiffed my hair exactly like Cinderella's, carefully placing the tiara on my head.

When I was made up to his satisfaction, he dusted my whole body with chocolate scented sparkles and I giggled. I'd once confessed that chocolate was the only sin I allowed myself and he'd taken it to heart.

He helped me into the gown and proceeded to draw vampire bite marks with blood running down my neck. It was his way of making me look among in my fairytale dress without staining it. He hands me fake fangs and blood red contacts. Then draws a trail of blood at the corner of my mouth.

The effect was amazing! My lack of social life these past weeks had made me pale. Couple this with the body glitter and I was pulling off the whole Edward Cullen look. I gave Drew a peck and descended the stairs.

Dad had pulled some strings so I arrived school in a pumpkin pulled chariot. All eyes were on me! I'd added a mask to complete the masquerade ensemble and I was cute! The lights above caught the body glitter and it seemed I was glowing. I am the belle of the ball!

I see Archer pull away from Peyton to approach me. He's dressed as zombie prince charming and gives me a small bow. I tuck my arm into his sleeve just to annoy Peyton. Her Cinderella costume, if that is what it is, pales in comparison to mine.

As Archer and I slow dance, I wonder what I saw in him initially. Don't get me wrong, he's probably still the most beautiful boy I'd ever met, but that is what he was, beautiful. For a muscular girl like Peyton, he was perfect. But for a dainty female like me, let me just say he wouldn't do in the long run.

I politely excuse myself and pick my way to the punch table. The band takes a break then so I decide to approach Rowan. His eyes light up when he sees me and he hops down from the stage.

True to his words, there's a sword sticking out of his chest and oozing blood. I shudder at the imagery, even though I knew it was just a prop.
"Hi there Cinderella. I see you met prince charming. Good thing we had a backup drummer or we'd have been toast!" He says.

Students are staring starstruck at him but he doesn't seem to notice; either he's used to it or he really didn't care. I notice Tiffany standing with some cheerios, they're all dressed as zombie cheerleaders. Figures. She waves and I wave back.

"Hi" she approaches me.
"Hi Tiffany" I reply.
"Sorry, can I get your autograph?" She says to Rowan and I'm mortified. Even though she's the one who ended things, she was giving me the cold shoulder. She'd totally come over because of Rowan, not me.

The dj starts playing some regular songs and I accept a dance with Rowan, careful to avoid the knife in his chest. We dance one and half song before Archer rudely interrupted.
"Find your own Cinderella." He says.
"Come on man, she's not your Cinderella" Rowan replies.

This is the moment most divas wait for, two cute guys fighting over her. Me, I'm just scared numb by the testosterone flying round. I wasn't really surprised when Archer punched him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

I was however surprised when Rowan fell hard, shouting loudly as the pointy end at the back of his costume pushes all the way in. I scream, drawing more attention to us. Phones are clicking and videoing as I drop to my knees.

"Somebody call 911!" I scream, prompting some people into action. Archer helps me turn Rowan over and he keeps muttering
"Oh damn, oh damn."

I stop him from pulling out the knife as Rowan bleeds out. His vibrant chocolate eyes start to dim and I cry uncontrollably. I feel Tiffany put her arms around me and I shove her away, scooting closer to Rowan.

My once pristine dress is bloodied and I look like a real vampire Cinderella.  Daddy arrives with the cops and ambulance. He wraps me in his jacket and Lois leads me away from the paparazzi vultures.

When the cops stop us, saying they wanted a word, Tiffany shouted some lawyerly crap and the let us go. She was trying to make amends, but the deed was already done.

As if pariah wasn't bad enough, I was about to become the girl a celebrity was killed for. I ignore my ringing phone and bawled until I had no more tears.

It was while preparing for a bath that I realised that I had lost one glass slipper, great!