Cinderella (Book 1 in the Fairy tail series)

Chapter 1

I wish I was at home. I’m sick of the cold weather, I’m longing for the hot forty-degree summer days in Australia. I pull the blankets up over my face trying to block out the light that was streaming through the dirty old window.

“Wake up; I need to go to work.” Alison was shaking me. I groaned, rolling over.

“Get off your ass and go get money for dinner.” Alison said reefing the blankets off me and throwing them into the corner of the small room. I grunted and sat up.

“Pass me my guitar.” I mumbled. Alison picked up my guitar and passed it to me.

“I’m leaving in ten so you had better hurry.” She said as she disappeared into the very small bathroom. I started tuning my guitar. It was black with cream along the edges, the strings were steel and the scratching pad was black and shiny with a picture of a white vine and a gold bird on it. Once I had tuned it, I changed into my only pair of clothes (besides my pyjamas), a pair of faded and ripped jeans and a black shirt which only reached my elbow.

“I’m leaving!” Alison yelled from the bathroom, she walked out of the bedroom, through the very small kitchen and stood waiting for me in front of the door. I picked up my guitar, put it in its case and carried it out to where Alison stood waiting impatiently.

“About time! I won’t be home from work until eight so don’t go and blow all our food money.” She said looking at me as we walked down the old and dirty stairs. I nodded sullenly. I used to think that this felt weird, running away to England, living with my best friend with hardly any money and living in a one room and one bathroom apartment above a small smelly pub but now it feels…normal. I hugged Alison goodbye and we walked in opposite directions. She was going to her job at a bakery and I was going busking. That’s right, I pay for food from what I can busk and she pays the rent. I walked over to my usual place in front of a huge mall. I sat down on the damp ground and put my back against the cool cement wall. I pulled my guitar out of its case and placed the case in front of me. I started strumming and playing random chords to warm up.

“Hey Anna, I brought you some water.” I looked up and saw my twelve year old friend Emma holding a plastic bottle of water.

“Thanks.” I said as I took the bottle off her.

“How’s busking going?” Emma asked. She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes. I loved talking to her but I knew that her mum would kill her if she found out that her daughter was talking to someone who busks for a living.

“Crap. You should go home; I don’t want your mum trying to kill me, you can come back later ok.” I said smiling. She said goodbye and walked off. I sighed, I hated being alone in front of strangers but I’ve got to do this to eat so I start singing and playing the guitar. The first song was You Learn by Alanis Morissette, than I sung Push by Avril Lavigne, next was If I Die Young BY The Band Perry, than Yellow by Cold Play and last before I took a lunch break was The Climb by Miley Cyrus. I counted up the money and found I had made a good $100.50. I smiled as this was a good take considering it was only lunchtime. I packed my guitar up and walked down the road to a little shop which sold sandwiches for $10. Once I was back outside the mall I continued busking.