Fantasy and Reallity: Glasslipper Or Not

Chapter One | Wolf

I was reading my book of Grimm's fairy tales. It was a small book, it was at least a hundred pages long. The cover had a candy house on the front from Hansel and Gretel. I trying to decide on which story to read to my little cousin Riley. Looking through the book. It was old, dusty, the pages were turn to yellow, and they were also thick. I guess my grandmother had this book when she was about my age too. I looked through the table of contents and saw from the fading print was Cinderella. Looking at the page number I turned to page two hundred and fifty. Putting a blue bookmark in the book and put it on my nightstand. Going to my dresser I picked out blue jeans also putting my house key, a green sweatshirt, combat boots, and a jean jacket. On my rocking chair was my military print backpack. I grabbed it and went down stairs. Putting it on the couch. The air smelled of oatmeal, eggs, bacon, and toast.

I went through the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of oatmeal. I walked into the dining room which was connected to the living room. My little three year old cousin was sitting next to the closest empty chair. Putting my oatmeal down. Being to eat some of it. My little sister came down stairs. She was still in her nightgown from the night before. Doing the same thing that I did but instead oatmeal. There was bacon and eggs. Once I was done I put my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.

I wanted to see if I needed to clean my face so I went to the bathroom. I could see my tight curly hair, that looked like gold, ivory skin, high cheekbones, and blue-green eyes depending on the day because change color. I thought that I could wait. Then stepping out. My sister was waiting there. " Next time can you not in there for twenty minutes," she said like a little brat. I rolled my eyes not caring what she thought.

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I got to my locker it was a plastle blue. The only locker that was painted this color out of the whole school. I did my combination and opened my locker there was a small picture of my brother and I playing with water balloons. One of them just hit my chest. I smiled to myself. Grabbing my books. My brother is my best friend and second best friend is Roy. Also my brother is older than me by ten years so my teacher and it can annoying when most of the girls in your class are drooling over your brother. I went to class. I halls are always filled with drama it's best to not get involved with that. I the walls are always a boring color which is was an egg shell white.

Once I got to room eighteen. It was a light blue the walls were filled with posters like the Hungers Games, Harry Potter, and The Fault in Stars. I went to the front of the class. My desk was next to my brother's desk. I sat down and turned to see Roy getting into the classroom in the nick of time before the group of girls had caught him. Patting he came over and sat next to me. He has a buzz cut style, gray eyes with little flicks of gold in them, his skin was the color of porcelain, his hair was chocolate brown, smooth skin, was wearing a red sweater and blue jeans, he looks so such like a model that sometimes forget that he is one of my best friends and he's someone else. Also the most good looking guy in the school. I smiled at him. He smiled " hey," he said.

"Hey. You know that you got to join track if you want to get away from those girls faster," I said trying to tell him the facts.

"Yeah, your right. So how is your sister," he asked he stopped patting.

"Same as always. She still thinking that she is smarter than me," I said. " What about your brother."

"He has more friends over every day. So they can study. I guess that high school is a lot tougher than middle," he said like it's normal.

My brother walked in he has jet black hair, chocolate brown eyes, ivory skin, he was wearing a flannel, blue jeans, and my brother's name is Albert. "Hey sis," he said as he messing up my hair.