Cindy: A Highschool Cinderella

Chapter One

      Hey! This is my first story that I have ever written and I hope you really like it! Also I rated the story PG but you don't really need to read it with a parent ;) 

This story is just another Cinderella story but with twists and a smarter Cinderella. I hope you enjoy it :) And there's a picture of Cindy on the side thingy.

xxx Beatrice

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      “Cindy!” I heard somebody shout from up stairs. “Cindy, come up here!” I went up stairs and saw Hayley carrying a basket of dirty laundry.

        “You forgot to do my laundry, again!! Why do you always, always forget to do my laundry?” she shouted at me. I always do Hayley’s laundry last but she always thinks that I forget to do it. I wish she’d learn to do her own laundry, like really, really wish.

        “Why don’t you do your own laundry?” I told her. “And I don’t forget to do your laundry; I just always save it for last.”

        “The reason I don’t do my own laundry is because you’re here! And besides, my mother doesn’t pay you to do nothing.”

        “Your mother doesn’t pay me anything,” I snapped back.

        “Whatever! Even if my mother doesn’t pay you anything you wouldn’t have a place to live if it wasn’t for her and her kind heart,” she said as she thrust the laundry basket to me and stalked off.

        Yeah, kind heart, so kind she treats me like a maid. As I made my way downstairs I bumped into Mackenzie, Hayley’s younger sister. She has chocolate brown hair and blue-gray eyes like her sister’s and her mother’s.

        “Hey, is that Hayley’s laundry?” she asked and I nodded. “Oh, wait. I bought a new dress and can you wash it with that?”

        “Yeah, sure. Just give it to me in the laundry room,” I said and made my way to the laundry room as she headed upstairs to get her dress. Something about Mackenzie that is so not like her sister or her mother is that she’s nice, and she’s not really the sharpest knife in the drawer. But the thing I pity most about Mackenzie is that Hayley and her mom bully her and treat her like a fool.

       Okay, you are probably wondering who these people are. I think it’s time for a flashback.

        When I was six years old my mother left to go to London for an office trip and so she left me in the care of my father. But her plane crashed before it even got to Europe. And so she died. I really don’t know, or probably don’t remember, if my father grieved over my mom’s death but a few months after my mom’s funeral, dad introduced me to a woman he has been dating behind my mom’s back for almost a year.

        “So Albert, this is your kid then?” I remember Natasha Sullivan asking my dad. She stared at me, wait, no, glared at me as I looked at her with my big innocent blue eyes.

        “Yup, she is. Darling, isn’t she?” he replied while smiling at me. I just stared at him and I tried to force myself to smile but failed.

        “Hmm,” she said as she pursed her lips. “She’s just as old Mackenzie, right? And you expect me to treat her like my own?”

        “Natasha, please, not in front of the child,” he said, looking at her without that smile but instead with a stern look on his face. “We already talked about this,” he paused and took a deep breath. He started introducing me to her.

        “Cindy, this is Natasha Sullivan.” he told me.

        “Uhm… Hi, Natasha,” I said as I hesitantly reached out a hand to her. “My name is Cindy Hart. Uhm… It’s nice to meet you.”

        She shook my hand and smiled a mischievous smile at me that scared the living out of me at that time.

        “Hello, Cindy. I’m very glad to meet you, too. You know, Cindy, you don’t have to call me Natasha. You can call me Mom”.

        I stared at her with a really confused look on my face. I didn’t get why she told me to call her mom instead of Natasha. Why is she telling me to call her mom, I thought, my mother’s in heaven now.

        “Uhm, Cindy I have to tell you something,” dad said as he crouched down so we were face to face. “Me and Natasha, uhm…. we are getting married. Natasha’s going to be your new mom.” He looked at me with a tiny smile on his face and in his eyes was a glimmer of hope; hope that I would understand what he’s saying. I just stared at him more confused than ever. I cocked my head to the side and my brows knit together; a sign that I was really confused.

        “Cindy,” he began to say, “When Natasha and I get married, you’re going to have a new mom. And also, two sisters!” he announced happily.

        I’ve always wanted a sister. And the thought of having two sisters excited me more than a chocolate cupcake did and I gasped with excitement. And with that little gasp my dad, and Natasha, knew that I was on board.

        We went to Natasha’s house after that.

        “Hayley, Mackenzie,” Natasha called out from the living room. “I want you to meet somebody.”

        When I first saw Hayley and Mackenzie, I thought that they were the sweetest, nicest girls I have ever met.

       Obviously, I was wrong.

       Well, I was wrong about Hayley being sweet and nice. When I first met Hayley she was all innocent and pretty and nice. But when dad left us together she will say mean things to me, threaten me or sometimes even hurt me. In short, she was a complete bitch.

       “Try telling dad what I did and I will twist your ears so hard that you won’t hear a thing for a week!” I remember her telling me that after she broke my Barbie’s arm. But even if I didn’t tell dad what she did I told her mom. But guess what, her mom just supported her. She didn’t even mind when Hayley hits me and Mackenzie! What sort of mother lets her daughters fight? Oh wait, a mother who does the same thing as Hayley does. You could really see where Hayley and Natasha are alike and it’s pretty obvious who Hayley’s role model is.

       But when I first met Mackenzie she was the sweetest person I have ever met. Although she’s sweet she sometimes does things that make her look stupid and I sometimes just want to grab her and tell her “Don’t do it!”

       My dad died when I was eight because of a brain tumor. He had his seizure while he was working. I try not to think about him or blame him for where I am now as much as possible because when I do I break down and become weak. Yes, he left me with his horrible wife and her two daughters who treat me like a servant when they’re supposed to treat me as a part of the family because I am part of the family, but he obviously didn’t plan on leaving me so early.

      Anyways, I think that’s something you should know about them. No more touchy flashbacks and all because I hate touchy flashbacks.