Repeating Cinderella

Repeating Cinderella Ch. 2

I think this one is going to be kinda long... idek, but I hope

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I wake up to the screaming of my alarm; I sit up, rub my eyes, and walk over to my desk. I search around for a minute for my laptop and finally finding it, I lift the top up and log into my Tumblr. I smile as my notifications pop up; questions, comments, and likes blow up the inbox. I reply to a few of them and walk over to my closet to grab my clothes for the day.

I hear my phone beep and stagger over to check it. I smile when I see the little notification from Logan, I'll be there in an hour, it reads. I quickly tap out a reply and hit send. I grab my clothes and walk over to my small bathroom and get into the shower. I wash out my hair and let the water run over my body. I let my mind think about the assignment due today; that I've had done for weeks but I still worry.

I shake it off and turn off the shower; I pull out a towel and wrap myself up in it. I grab my clothes and put them on and wrap my hair up in another towel. I walk back out to my room, sit back down on my bed and think about what is to come.

Hearing a buzzing noise, I groan and make myself get up to check my phone. Another text from Logan, thirty minutes, it reads. I laugh and shoot a quick reply saying, you know you're pushy sometimes. Xx, and I hit send.

I sit back down on my bed then hear a beeping that sounds like the fire alarm I mutter a curse word to myself and I open my door. I gasp when I see the smoke starting to float towards me. A string of curse words flow from my mouth gain and I begin pulling things together to a suitcase. I hear the shuffling of feet as people run up the stairs laughing, and for a minute I am confused as to why they're laughing. Then it dawned on me. This wasn't a real fire. I storm over to the door and slam it as hard as I can, making sure to lock it afterwards.

"YOU LITTLE BRATS!" I scream through the door and storm back over to my suitcase. I continue packing as I listen to their heartless giggles through the door. I have a plan this time.

I'll make it this time.

I have to.

And with that, I gather the last of my things, looking one last time at my bedroom as I walk over to the window sill, and drop down.