This is a longer one so PUT ON UR SEATBELTS. Also sorry that I haven't been getting to part 2's of certain stories, those I wrote a few years ago, so I am trying to figure out how to pick them back up. Thanks for the support.
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I sat in my room looking up at the ceiling, taking in the few moments I have to myself before my bitchy stepmother comes waltzing in demanding I cook breakfast for her and her hideous sons.
"Cinder! Get off your lazy ass and get down here, we don't have all day idiot, we have to go shopping for the party tonight!!"
I don't know why they insist on having huge birthday parties every year. It just forces me to have to clean the entire mansion, and I'm not even invited!
I don't bother to respond, I can't wait to leave this God-forsaken house next year when I am 18. I am never looking back and once I get access to the money my parent's left me I am setting off to a university in New York.
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"Ooo, we should get these!!" My stepbrother Antonio screeches, holding up light pink and cream napkins.
"What are you, an idiot, those colors don't go together!" Zell yells, snatching them out of his hand and throwing them back on the shelf.
I thought they looked fine, but I am not getting into their childish squabble so they can turn it on me and get me punished by that dem-
"MOTHERR!!" They both yell at the same time and the she-devil herself walks around the corner cutting her eyes at me like I yelled her name.
As if, this bitch could never be my mother. No one can replace my real parents.
"What are you brats fussing about now?" She sneers, she seemed in a worse mood than usual.
"W-we d-d, " Antonio stutters, afraid of his mother's suddenly worse attitude, just because that's her son doesn't mean he doesn't get punished. We all get beat, I just happened to get it worse.
"What exactly is the problem, you blubbering buffoon?" Her face goes red and Antonio looks to his brother for a better response. Zell was more like his mother, so therefore less scared of her ridiculous antics.
"This, this is the problem." Zell points his long finger to me, "he looks horrid. He can't be at the party like this mother."
I look down at my clothes.
Tattered vans that I got 5 years ago when my father was alive. Faded jeans that flooded and a simple white T-shirt, my dad's watch felt heavy on my left wrist.
She sneers, turning up her thin lips, "He isn't coming to the party, he doesn't get an outfit, no one's going to see him anyway."
"I understand mother but the kids at school have started questioning what happened to him since he started being homeschooled by Betre," he states, "Soon investigations will start if this is continued."
She turns up her lip again and takes her long fake nails to rub against her chin caked in makeup, "Mm, I suppose." She sighs loudly, reaching into her purse and pulling out five hundred dollars.
I gape at that amount of money reaching out to snatch it out her hands.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk" she pulls it back when it's in my reach, "Wait for directions, you scoundrel," this bitch.
"You meet us back here in two hours, you're not here, we leave you."
Yea yea just give me the money. I nod my head obediently, rushing out of the store before she took it back.
