DJ Cinderella

Chapter 5: Magic is lost at Midnight

Chapter 5:

I raced home as soon as I was off the bus. Britney and Whitney had been especially mean to me at school.

Sheila must've told them I was the real DJ Cinderella.

By the time I was at my house, I was out of breath. I ran around to the back and climbed through my window.

I gasped as my feet hit the ground.

My laptop had been haphazardly smashed on the floor. My headphones, mics, cords, and storage disks thrown in a pile, some had broken and cracked.

I ducked as some of my CDs flew toward me and crashed into the wall behind me.

"hey!" I protested. Britney turned around from digging in my closet.

"stop it!" I shouted.

"What...is...this?" she held up the dress I wore to the dance.

"what did you do?" I asked in disbelief as I knelt over the remains of my laptop. I had saved up and built it and it had taken so long.

"you took my dress! Your a thief!" she accused.

"I'm not a thief! And you broke my laptop!" I shouted back.

"that laptop that you stole, ugly bitch! Where'd you get it, huh? Did you shoplift? Or did you steal the money?" Britney became a vicious monster. "did you steal the money like you stole my dress? You're worthless and pathetic! There's no way you paid for it! Your a broke little slut, can't even sell your body to earn enough money for this! What about all this other equipment? Did you steal that too? Is that all you can do steal stuff? Wasn't it enough to take my Aunt's life? Does the little satanic spawn need to steal other things too? Who are you gonna kill next, huh? Will it be me? Or will you go for my soft-hearted sister? Your ugly, worthless, weak, fat, a whore, a slut, a liar, a thief, nothing!"

I had backed into a corner, sobbing quietly.

"I-I didn't mean to kill her..." I choked, barely audible.

"why don't you just kill yourself?" Britney shouted. "the world would be so much better off without you!" she stormed up the steps, calling for her mom.

'she's gonna tell Eva.' I thought.

I grabbed my backpack and shook out it's contents.

I threw in a few clothes, the pieces of my laptop, a kit to fix it, headphones, money, shoes, a small pillow and my rugged blanket. I added a pocket knife after a moment of thought.

I slung my backpack on and I heard Eva, Britney and Whitney thundering down to my room.

I climbed out my window and took off running.

"MICKENZIE!" Aunt Eva screamed in rage as I left it all behind forever.

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I ended up under a railroad bridge that night. A few other homeless teens and adults were there. We didn't talk, just glanced cautiously at each other every so often.

When it grew dark, I snuggled under my blanket for it was freezing, bag right next to me and knife under my pillow.

I quickly fell asleep, only to away some hours later at the sound of feet near by.

I flicked my pocket knife open and sat up. I mentally slapped myself for not bringing a flashlight or something.

The feet came closer.

"who's there?" I called out.

"it's m-me...Whitney..." a small voice answered.

"Whitney?" I said in disbelief. A light clicked on and I saw Whitney standing all alone holding a little battery powered lamp.

"I suppose your here to drag me back to Aunt Eva so I can receive my punishment. Well I won't go! I have a knife and I will use it!" I warned, my knife glinted in the dim light. Whitney didn't move.

"I-I'm not here t-to drag you back..." Whitney stuttered. "I came to join you, that is if you want m-me to..." I saw she was wearing a backpack that seemed fuller than mine had been. Of course I had about a minute to pack, while she no doubt had more time. However if she packed petty useless junk like hair dryers and fluffy slippers, it was pointless.

"okay, you can stay..." I said. Whitney dropped her back and pulled out a sleeping bag. Not girly or anything, so I was surprised it was a decent, durable sleeping bag.

She put it down and snuggled in. I shivered. Whitney laughed and scooted over in the bag.

"come on, there's room. No need for you to freeze on our first day away from the bitch and witch." she said. I laughed as I slid into the bag next to her.

"you don't like them?"

"No! They're too mean."

"wow. I always thought you were the same."

"what? That was just an act..." we laughed some more.

We talked about everything and I told her what Britney had said to me before I left.

"that dress was mine, but Britney stole it and claimed it was always hers, for one." we laughed then Whitney became serious. "don't listen to a word she said, everything was a lie. You are beautiful and smart and funny. You didn't kill our aunt, it wasn't your fault for one and secondly, we don't have an aunt."

"well not anymore..."

"we never had an aunt." Whitney insisted. "your mother and my mother were the closest friends ever, practically joined at the hip. They both agreed if they were to die, the other would take in the children. Unfortunately, my mom had to fulfill that promise. But she blamed you for your moms death, that's why she treated you so badly. But it wasn't your fault."

I was quiet for a moment. Just thinking about everything.

Something clicked in my brain.

"you're Danceparty321..." I said. Whitney blushed and nodded.

"how did you figure it out?" she asked.

"at the dance you knew it was me, that why you looked at me all worried when you and Britney left, also you were sad when Sheila got the question right because you knew she wasn't DJ Cinderella. Danceparty was the only person who could've known my identity."

"yeah, I'm Danceparty321."

"one thing I don't get is... When I didn't know you were Danceparty, I felt like Danceparty was into me... Like Danceparty was a boy that was interested in me." I told her. She blushed.

"well, I...uh...m-m-maybe..." Whitney stuttered badly.

I turned my face toward hers and we were so close together inside the sleeping bag. "I love you." she breathed and leaned in and placed her soft lips on mine. My eyes closed and I kissed back softly, I reached up and cradled her face as we pulled apart.

"I love you too." I whispered. Whitney smiled, reached her arms around my neck and pulled me into another kiss.

THE END!!!

A/N: ha ha, surprise ending! Micki and Whitney end up as lesbians. Yay!

I really liked writing this. So much I might do a sequel! Yay!

But hey! For like reals, I won't do it unless people vote and comment though. I've got about 6 other books to write.

Peace, love, Cinderella.