A Cinderella Story

Chap 4

Badr carried a clipboard, instructing the workers where to put the sign. "Okay, you guys, come on a little bit further, a little bit. There. Right there." The workers put down the sign and left to work on something else.

"30% off for USC alumni," he stated with a smile.

"Hey, Vittel. Como estas?" Asked Sinbad clasping Vittel on the shoulder. Vittel looked up from the car he was washing and replied in Spanish.

"Looks good, my friend," said Sinbad, "make sure you get these rims. He's a good guy." He then walked off to his father.

"Sinbad..." His father called him.

"What's up?" He asked.

"What's with all of those college brochures in your bedroom?" Asked Badr.

"What are you doing in my room?" Asked Sinbad, he shrugged, "I'm trying to keep my options open."

Badr grasped his shoulder, "you know, if you don't want to do this, you don't have to," he said, "I'm not gonna force you."

"Don't worry about it, I want to do this," he reassured.

His dad smiled, "there's another customer. Go make em' happy." He said as he walked away. As he walked away Sinbad couldn't help but stare at his father's missing limb.

That was the whole reason why his father couldn't fulfill his dream of becoming a football player. When Sin was born his father was drafted to go to war and along with his leg his dream was also taken away from him.

Sinbad couldn't help but feel guilty. Which is why he has to do this for him... 'Anything to make you happy, father..' He thought.

"Sin, are you alright?" Sinbad looked to see it was his mother, Esra. He smiled, "don't worry I'm fine." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked to the new customer.

She narrowed her eyes and rose a brow, "okay... If you say so."

He walked to your car and did a quick inspection. He clicked his pen and wrote something down on his notepad "well, you need a wax."

You looked up at him offended, thinking he was talking about your legs, "excuse me?" You asked.

He tapped his pen on the hood "I meant the car."

"Oh. Fine."

Two cars pulled up and the horns began playing obnoxious music. You looked at the cars in disbelief, seeing they had covered their cars in dirt.

"Sinbad!" Kil frantically waved at him.

"Hi! We need our cars washed!" Fatima said, with just as much enthusiasm.

"Yeah, look!" Kil pointed at all the dirt on her car.

"Dirt!" Finished Fatima.

Sinbad slowly nodded, "one second, ladies." He went back you and handed you a slip of paper, "all right. Take this inside when you're done. Thank you very much."

"Oh my god!"

"He's an angel!"

They squealed. As you stepped out the car you crossed your arms. "So... Who'd you guys pay to make your cars so dirty?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Excuse me? Like, what are you, the Dirt Police?" Asked Kil, putting a hand on her hip.

Fatima laughed and agreed "like, excuse me, miss, do you know how fast your dirt was going?" She laughed at her own joke.

Kil looked at her twin unamused, "you should've stopped with the Dirt Police."

Fatima sighed and crossed her arms in a dignified manner, trying to recover from the back joke. Kil turned to you "you know, you should really get going because our mom's looking for you."