Cindy: A Highschool Cinderella

Chapter Two

      “You know Cindy, if you paid more attention to what I’m telling you I might just increase your paycheck,” My stepmother said.

        “I don’t have a paycheck and you don’t pay me,” I told her. I wasn’t really paying any attention to her. I’ve got more important things to do, like getting out of this hellhole for example.

        “Keep snapping back at me and you’ll be out of this house faster than you can say homeless!” she shouted at me. For a woman who always teaches her daughters to behave like a lady and be classy and stuff, she definitely has a loud voice.

        “I wish I was out of this house,” I muttered under my breath.

        “What did you just say?” she asked me with that frown that makes her look stupid than she really is. Or maybe makes her look smarter than she really is.

        “Nothing,” I said, “I was just saying how fun today’s chores are. You know, bathing the dog, feeding the dog, scooping up the poop of the dog.”

        “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she said. ”As I was saying, Hayley and Mackenzie need to buy Halloween costumes for a party that’s coming up in a week and it hurts me tell this but I need your opinion on what you think they should wear.”

        “You need my opinion?” I said astonished. These three little devils never asked for my opinion before and if I tried to give my opinion they’d just shut me up or give me even more chores to do as a ‘punishment for talking when I wasn’t being talked to’.

        “Are you even paying any attention at all?” she asked. “And I wouldn’t be asking you for your opinion if you didn’t always wear weird clothing like it’s Halloween everyday.”

        I don’t wear weird clothing, was what I wanted to say but what I said was, “Well, uhm, I guess Hayley can be a little devil and Mackenzie can be like a vampire?”

        I couldn’t believe what she did when I said that; she actually thought about it! The only thing this woman thinks about is if her biological daughters look hot enough to go to school or if her dress is showing enough cleavage.

        “I guess that could work. But how exactly would you dress up as vampire?” she asked still with that mean tone.

        “I don’t know. Throw on loads of powder and red lipstick and you could pass yourself for a Cullen.”

       She stalked off without even saying thank you to me and my brilliant brain. She better be thankful that I didn’t suggest Frankenstein’s wife and Medusa.