Chasing Cinderella (Book one of the Cinderella Series) (Completed)

Chapter 17 (Edited)

'Sup ya'll long time no talk to? How's everythin' goin'? Missed me or nah? Anyways, I'm sorry about the late update, I have lost my gift of writing and feeling depressed. Notice that I am usually depressed? Anyways, I'm in school (college to be exact) and math is biting me in the butt. However, I have one class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so that is awesome. xD

Anyways, I did tell a girl that she could pick three books for me to write 2-3 (I'm goin to go with 2) chapters a week. She picked this one, 'The Year of the Horse', and 'Caught in Between'. So, this will be one of the stories that I do update regularly. Anyways, since I didn't do last weeks, I have 4 chapters to upload.

So, without any further adue, here is Chapter 17.

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School seemed to go rather slowly that day, so it felt like an eternity til lunch rather than three hours, well that was what it felt like to me.

However, it did come around like it normally would. But the bad thing was, I didn't have any lunch for me to eat. The reason was because that Clarice thought it would be funny to go into my locker, take my lunch, and then throw my food around the outside of the school building. After that, she had blamed me that I had done it to the Principal.

I grunted and shook my head, annoyed with the fact that she had done it.

The good thing was that Principal Reynolds had just made me pick it up and gave me a warning. She knew about how my step-sisters treated me, as well as my step mother, being friends with my father for quite a while.

I shook my head, again, before going to the Music Room, not wanting to deal with them at the cafeteria. Sometimes when I didn't have something to eat or I needed to get away, I would go in there and play the piano or play the guitar.

The Music Room was my safe haven. It was the only, well one of the only places, that my step-sisters wouldn't dare go. The other was the library where there were books and books that people would read.

I opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind me. A smile appeared on my face when I saw that there was a Ham Sandwich, a pack of chips, and a Coke on the piano, as well as a note. "Thank you Mrs. Trill," I muttered, going over to the piano and opening up the sandwich. I took a bite out of it, while I moved a hand across the mahogany piano, worn with age and use.

I started to hum 'This is Me' while I finished the sandwich, feeling better that I had something on my stomach. After I had finished my lunch, I wiped my hands on my jeans before I sat down at the seat and opened the keyboard cover to reveal the keyboard.

I closed my eyes and started to play the song I was humming before I started to sing one of my favorite songs from Camp Rock:

"Always been the kind of girl

That hid my face

So afraid to tell the world

What I've got to say

But I have this dream

Bright inside of me

I'm gonna let it show

It's time to let you know

This is real, this is me

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now

Gonna let the light shine on me."

The reason why I loved this song was because I hid my face from the world. I didn't stand up to my step mother or other people and show them that I was someone important. I was afraid that someone would hate me if they saw the real me, even though they seemed to hate me without getting to know me.

I wanted someone to help me bring out the real me, but no one would help, because my step sisters made sure that no one would want to be my friend. I just thought of myself as a wasted space, and some days I felt the way that my step mother wanted me to feel everyday.

The the feeling that she wanted me to feel was being uselessness.

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"But, you aren't useless, Grandma," Ellen said, interrupting the older female. "You are smart, funny, and a good friend. You, also, help those that are in need and try not to take anything for yourself."

"Ya, Grandma," Devon added. "Whoever said that you were useless were just stupid."

"Devon," Julie scowled her son. "You know better than to call someone stupid."

"Now, now, Jules. Devon is right though. They were stupid, but they followed the example of my step siblings and made me feel as if I was nothing more than a piece of crap on the side of the road. I only had one friend, and she had known me way before my father married my step mother." There was a smile on her face as she moved her hand across her granddaughter's face. "But, I do appreciate that both of you would have stood up for your old grandmother."

"I stand up for the underdog. I get that from you," Devon said, feeling slightly jealous about the affection that his younger sister was getting.

Ella laughed and shook her head before she grabbed her grandson's hand and squeezed it. A smile was on her face, letting him know that she knew what he was thinking. "And, that is a good thing. Just don't forget to stand up for your sister if she gets bullied or help her stand up for herself. Promise me?"

Devon frowned and looked down. He knew that his sister does get bullied a little bit, and he was one of the reasons why she was getting bullied. "Yes, Ma'am," he muttered, hoping that would satisfy the older female.

"Devon," Ella scowled her grandson. "Look me in the eye and promise me that you will watch over your sister and help her out. Do not bully her, like I know you are."

Devon nodded his head before he looked into his grandmother's hard gaze. A guilty look was plastered on his face, because he hoped that she wouldn't know. "I promise that I will look after her," he said with all the truth that he could muster. "And, I promise that I will stop bullying her."

Ella nodded. "Good, now no more interrupting, the both of you," she said, glancing at both of her grandchildren with a soft scowl on her face. "I want to finish this story soon."

"Yes, Ma'am," the two grandchildren chorused. "We're sorry."

Ella nodded her head. "Good, now I think I'm close to getting to the part where I meet your Grandfather." A smile was on her face while she watched both her grandchildren stare at her intently.

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Well, how do you think about the kids? Do you think they are good? And what do you think happens next? What happens might surprise you. :P

As always, don't forget to show your support and love.

Peace,

Rissa.

Also, all of This is Me is the vid, even though it's just a few lines.