My Life as an Almost Cinderella

Chapter 3: Dangers of High School Hallways

Author's Note: I finally got around to updating and a big thank you to all of you who have been waiting patiently for an update. I decided to shake things up by writing an A/N before the chapter starts. I'm such a rebel I know :P Anyways, I was wondering if you guys could suggest some people for the cast. I'll put up a list of who I think would fit (eventually) but they're all subject to change, so if you find that there is an actor/model who applies to the charactor better, then please let me know. Or if you approve of my choice then also let me know :)

Enjoy reading!

Luv you <3

Viboo xxx

p.s. the song on the right is the song that's featured in this chapter and the one I've had on repeat all day and it's a really nice song so I'd suggest listening to it :)

p.p.s. the picture is of Gem's car except you have to imagine that it's pale lilac instead of black. This is my dream car and it is sooooo unbelievably sexy!!!!!

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"Heh heh Hi Sarah," I greet my step-mother, laughing uncomfortably in apprehension. She has a sickly sweet smile on her face (one of the only facial expressions that the copious amounts of Botox would allow) and that never boded well especially when directed at me.

"Well look who decided to turn up," comes the sarcastic reply. She attempts to raise her eyebrow but fails. It's amusing but I don't't fancy getting any more punishment than I no doubt already have, so I kept a straight face with great difficulty.

"Yeah, sorry about that Sarah, it won't happen again." I try going for the apologetic approach because it usually works.

"It better not! Now go away! The laundry's not going to clean itself!" she exclaims imperiously.

I am so close to uniting her face with my fist. Repeatedly.

But I keep my posture meek and submissive and head to my room to drop off my stuff and then start my chores.

"Ooh lookie here! I have a present from Sarah! A list of chores!" I said sarcastically to myself when I find a long list of chores taped to my room door. I'm surprised she actually put in the effort to write the list in the first place.

*** 5 hours and 20 chores later ***

I flop down onto my bed thoroughly exhausted. You'd think I would have gotten used to the lifestyle by now but even though I've learnt to bear it, it doesn't mean it doesn't completely drain me of my energy.

I look up at the ceiling and, in a throughly clichéd moment, contemplated my life. I thought about my mom and how much I missed her. I found myself wishing, and not for the first time, that my mom was here with me. I take in a deep breath and feel a single warm tear roll out of the corner of my eye.

"Okay, no crying," I said to myself while wiping away all traces of the tear, "I'm not going to cry, Mom wouldn't want me to wallow in self-pity. She'd want me to make the most of my situation and be ask happy as I can be."

After my little pep talk, I get off my bed and head over to my electric guitar and pick it up and connect it to my amp. I sit down cross-legged on the floor and start strumming randomly, trying to think of a song.

I thought of the song and started strumming the chords.

There's an "S" under my clothes

On my chest where nobody else can see

I light up when the doors are closed

I am free, yeah

And I wish I could make my move