The Princess Pages: A Girl Like Cinderella

Song One

IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE...NOT.

Of all the crap,crap, crappy mornings she'd ever had in the whole of her crap life.

On the scale of one to ten, we're talking...a minus eight. And it's not like she even had very high standards.

Young Lucille Heartwood was maneuvering her bicycle through the busy streets of Oakland, California, careful not to scrape any metal on her way to school.

God Bless her, because unlike last week, and the two weeks before that, she didn't damage anyone's car today. She was still working off the fees of the previous debacles.

It was the only thing she had to be thankful for that Monday morning. 

As the raven-haired Lucy finally wheeled past the city traffic, she dropped her shoulders in a relaxed manner, stretching her arms across the bicycle handles, and loosening her foot from the pedals which allowed her blue-metaled bike to cruise down the narrow path that she had always used for the past four years.

In her mind's eye, she enumerated the following shitty misgivings that befell her the minute she opened her eyes that day:

BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP.

What the hell was that?

BEEP-BEEP.BEEP-BEEP.

Lucy angrily buried her face underneath her big, soft pillow and groaned. Five more minutes, she mentally told herself. Just five more minutes.

BEEP-BEEP.BEEP-BEEP.

"SERIOUSLY!?" She boomed, eyes still closed. And because she had slept upside down, her feet were facing the headboard of her bed.

Smirking inwardly to herself, Lucy lifted her long, lithe leg upwards and as if in a Vegas Casino sweeping away the stack of cards, she horizontally slid her leg to the side, hitting her old-fashioned alarm clock, which fell to the wooden floor with a loud THUD. She felt satisfied when the noise stopped.

Her former alarm, Fallen Kingdom by Trent Morgan, was no longer effective. It only made her enjoy her sleep instead of waking her up every 6 am.

Six am...

All of a sudden, Lucy jerked up in her bed, wide-eyed as she scanned the attic floor for her rectangular,digital alarm clock.

She dragged half her body to the floor, heart pounding, as she held the clock between her hands.

7:38 AM.

"Shit, shit shit," Lucy cursed as she crawled out of her bed and pushed herself up from the creaking floor.

Her first class would start in less than thirty minutes and she couldn't leave on an empty stomach. No freaking way.

Lucy unlocked the trap door of the attic--which was, unfairly, the room she'd owned since her father died---and flipped it open, sprinting down the retractable staircase, her light blue towel hanging from her right arm as she darted towards the nearest bathroom when suddenly--

CRASH!

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Lucy would know that evil laugh anywhere. It belonged to her twelve year old brother, whom she believed was the devil reincarnated into a 6th grader's body.

Her little brother, who, at the moment, was laughing his head off while standing next to her.

Lucille groaned, feeling her cheek press against the red-carpeted floor of the two-story house.

Ever since he was able to walk and talk, Vance had made it his mission in life to torment her inside their house.Out of boredom or his sadistic nature, she wasn't certain.