My Cinderella Story ♛

MCS 8

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Chapter 8:

*morning*

I woke up at the sound of my phone getting about a million texts.

Spammers. I got about a million texts from Elliot, Kian ,dolly and Tiffany.

I all texted back to them the same message

"Shut up! Stop spamming me!!!"

I didn't do it to Elliot I just said a simple; "Hey" after all he is my boyfriend or whatever he wants to call it.i don't even know what we are, and it's confusing.

Since he's my new 'boyfriend' then I have to be nice, and not come across as so,e whiney teenager who just wants sleep rather than anything.

And a part of me is exactly like that though.

Thank goodness it was Saturday and I didn't have school.

I put on a random t-shirt and jeans with my normal black converse o wear almost everyday day.

Usually on Saturdays I walk to the gamestop and buy a new game then I come home and play it.

I invited my new friend Alison over to play some new sims 3 game I bought today. She says she likes video games ,just like me, so I didn't see the problem in inviting a girl over to play some game.

By the time she came over I had just got in the door, from a walk around the neighbour hood, so I was tired out, she came early and I wasn't really ready for any guests quite yet.

"Oh hey!" I exclaimed, once I opened the door for Alison and greeted her in.

"Whoa! I love your house and decor!" She said excitedly, once she a took a glance in through the front door.

"Ummmmmm thanks?" I said, then chuckled lightly at her excitement just for some decorations and furniture around the house.

Then it was kinda awkward the next few minutes, neither one of us knew what to say, and the awkward atmosphere just surrounded us every seconds.

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It was a successful day with Alison, we talked and played the sims 3. And that was pretty much it. Nothing really exactly breath-taking of excitement for each of us.

"Uh bye?" I said awkwardly, since we were now at the front door and ready for Alison to just leave already.

"Ella...." She trailed off unsurely for a second.

"Yes?" I questioned her, motioning her to continue.

"I had fun! We should do this again." She smiled warmly at me.

"Sure love to!" I said less excitedly, only because I was super tired.

Then she went out the door. And now It was 7:30pm already. I went to my room and picked up mittens and went to the fireplace to sit down and relax for a while.

Dolly was working with an important client at the moment. I wasn't allowed to disturb her even if someone got killed, well not really. But I was going to be killed of I did disturb her.

I heard Peyton's screeching and high pitched voice all the way from in the living room, and right now she was upstairs. Dolly didn't react, but by now Peyton was impatient and started balling crying screaming "MOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!"

"What the hell is wrong with you Peyton?" She screamed back to her.

I was surprised that she was screaming with a client in her office right now.

" What's wrong???" Dolly came in to her room with a worried expression plastered on her face.

"Tiffany is not home yet!!" I explained the obvious, in a 'duh', yet worried sort of tone of voice.

"So?" She said, not really finding the problem here.

"So!? So that means she is either kidnapped,killed or even worse?!" Peyton was now full on screaming at Dolly in frustrated tone.

"I'm gonna hope for The second one," I mumbled quietly to myself.

I was hushed by a few more shouting coming from the landing of the stairs and I didn't say a word after the constant worse case scenarios and complaints and bickering coming from two of the most annoying, yet oddly intimidating,even mittens was scared.

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I scrubbed the floor,washed the dishes and made Dolly's bed after I gave mittens his dinner and then I plonked onto my bunk beds, after the punishment of me 'accidentally' slapping Peyton after her constant screaming. I was just sick of it and I guessed I finally snapped. It wasn't a hard slap at all, just an unphased one that Peyton received to knock some sense into her once again.

I feel like cinderella sometimes.