My Cinderella Girl

Chapter 1 : Live like life

Edgar'S POV

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I walked through the tall grasses which is around the length of my knee. It is smoking hot in here.

The sun is shining brighter than ever. But it helps me enlighten my mood to come back here.

The sun is so bright that I have to squint my eyes a little bit.

I can see a square looking cubicle from afar. I am almost there to my mother's graveyard.

It's been so long since I've been to mother's graveyard.

I slowly open the graveyard door and entered.

Wow, it's so dark in here.

I stopped a bit so my eyes can redeem a bit more. Yeah, it's quite allright, for now.

I walked a few steps to a small headstone planted in the soil. It is covered in dust. The headstone is carved in simple Italic font which said ' A daughter, a loving wife and a mother.'

My mom's.

Her grave is the dustiest among all the others. Maybe because I haven't visited for a while and clean it up. I brushed off some dirt off the grave.

"Mom, I came."

A loud silence...

"I've missed you so much, mom."

"I know I haven't been seeing you lately, but that's because of Dad. He's been, well, kind of odd since you left him." I chuckled.

"He missed you too mom, I know he does. That's why he looked hurt sometimes when I talked about you." I pat the soil im front of her grave.

"You know, I brought you a little something."

"It's your favorite, Lavenders."

I put the lavender bouquet on top of mom's grave.

"Ah, I always wonder why you love lavenders." I clasped my hands together.

"Every girl I met always seem to really like authentic flowers like roses and jasmine. "

"I think that's what makes you different." I smiled.

"You know, Dad has been trying to matchmake me to  a girl." I groaned.

"But, mom, every girl he ask me to meet is really really shabby." I rolled my eyes. It's true. They are always this desperate girl who tries to catch my attention by using super mini clothes everytime the are near me.

"Eventhough with different size and shape they are still no comparison to you." I tap the soil on top of mom's grave.

I looked at my watch.

Holy goly! It's 9.30 already. I'd better be going now.

I kissed the top of my mom's grave and leave.

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Clara's POV

"Clara! Clara! CLARA!!!!!!" Two of my sisters are screaming at the top of my lungs.

I felt kind of embarassed. All the people who passed by the hallway can hear their voices and is looking at us now with this, "Are you crazy?" look.

"Yes, yes, stepsister." I tries to catch up with their paces.

"Come on! Quick! We don't have all morning ya know!"

I kept my feet walking. My whole bidy is already numb. I'm so tired. These stack of costumes are really really heavy.

"KEEEP WALLKIIIING!!!!" They screamed.

Holly moly, can't you try to be patient already?

My legs are trembling as I followed my stepsisters into the dressing room.

I put the costumes on the side of the room.

Ugh, my hands and feet are all wobbled up.

I stretched my arms and legs trying to release the tension.

"Clara! Bring me those water bottles over there." My older stepsister yelled at me.

"Yes, stepsister." I hurriedly run to the refrigerator to get some water bottles that my stepsisters asked for.

"Now shoo, I don't want to see you before the show ends." She makes this waving body motions to me.

"Yes, stepsister." I went out of the dressing room and run out of the building.

The show wouldn't end in less then 2 hours. At least I brought my books with me, so I would'nt be bored.

I'm already 17 now. I would be eighteen in less than 5 months. My exams are also near.

As you know, my stepmother put me in the most elite school across the city. It is called Wildlake High School.

That is like the most expensieve and most popular school around the city.

I went there because both of my stepsisters went there too.

It's a school for elite childrens, unlike me. I never felt accepted there.

Ah, I missed mum and dad so much. I hope they can still be here with me.

I held back the tears.

They both left me in my thirteenth birthday and I still can't move on from it.

I look uo to the sky and think, 'I know, I can visit them instead.' The graveyard is not that far from here.

I jumped in excitement.

I quickly wear my dusty socks and shoes. They are both so old, it's like they grew up with me.

I scrambled myself and ran down the streets. My wild hair flying behind me. The graveyard is just two blocks away and I can feel it.