A Canadian Cinderella Story

Chapter 2

It was Friday evening, Matthew sat on his bed fidgeting slightly. He had asked his step father Gregory to come to his room at 4:00 during breakfast to talk. Now he's wondering if that was a good idea or not.

Ding!

Matthew looked over at his computer.

FryingPanWealdingGirl

Has Signed On

FryingPanWealdingGirl: hey there~ what's up?

PancakeLover281: nothing much just panicking.

FryingPanWealdingGirl: what are you panicking for?

PancakeLover281: I'm going to ask Gregory if I can go.

LittlePigtailAngel

Has Signed On

LittlePigtailAngel: hi guys what ya doing.

FryingPanWealdingGirl: Mattie's freaking himself out over asking his step dad if he can go to the dance.

LittlePigtailAngel: *hugs you through the computer* it's okay Mattie, stop freaking out AND JUST DO IT!

PancakeLover281: *bangs head on desk* yeah right, thanks for the advice *sarcasm*

PancakeLover281: he's hear eh, gtg, see you guys later.

FryingPanWealdingGirl: by.

LittlePigtailAngel: see ya later! :3

PancakeLover281

Has Signed Of

Matthew turned around and nervously looked up at his step father. He had his usual cold look on his face as his steely gray eyes took Matthews violet ones captive. He shrinks back into his chair under the man's gaze.

"What do you want" he spat out at the Canadian.

Matthew flinched slightly at the harshness of Gregory's voice.

"I-I was j-just wondering if I c-could go to t-the school Halloween d-dance t-tomorrow." Matthew stutters out in a very small voice.

"No"

Matthew stood up from his chair, "why, I've never ask for anything before. Can't I go just this once" he pleaded.

"I said no and that's final, if you can't comprehend that then you will stay locked in your room until after tomorrow" he said with finality, "I'll send Francis up with your food."

Gregory left the room and locked the door from the outside.

Matthew sank into his bed, burying his face into a pillow, crying quietly.

Why was life so unfair?

=^v.v^=

Blond curls fall from her shoulders as she looked at the young boy next to her and smiles.

He smiles up at her happily, holding his teddy bear Kumajiro to his chest. She had just bought him it after he had pointed it out in a store window.

They stopped and waited at the crosswalk.

"Maman peut-on faire des crêpes quand on rentre à la maison?"

"Bien sûr Mathieu."

The light changes and they start off across the street.

And that's when he heard it.

The screeching of tires, his maman yelling, "Matthew, watch out!" the crunch of metal, and the overwhelming smell of blood.

Matthew was woken up by the sound of knocking on his door. There was a clock then Francis walks in with a plate of food for him.

"Mathieu, I brought you your dinner."

"Merci, Francis."

He puts the plate on the night stand and sits on the edge of the bed, facing Matthew "what is wrong mon cher, you look sadden."

Matthew shakes his head no "I'm fine, don't worry Francis."

He gives one unsure look at the Canadian then heads out of the room.

Matthew flops back in bed tiredly. He always had that dream when he was stressed. It was the accident that took his mother's life.

He holds Kumajiro close to his chest. It wasn't fair, he should have been the one that died not her.

He buries his face into the back of Kuma's head as he felt the tears from in his eyes.

Then his phone starts to ring.

"Hello."

"Hey Mattie it's Lizzy."

"Hi Lizzy, what's up."

"I was wondering how it went with Gregory."

"I'm going to be under house arrest until after the dance, does that answer your question."

"WHAT!"

"Yeah."

"Sigh, looks like I'm going to have to break you out then. I'll be there in a bit~"

Then there was dial tone.

Sighing Matthew put his cell back in his pocket and let his mind drift back to yesterday and what Elizabeta's plan was.

He was soon to find out.