Dear Cinderella, If you are reading this then it means you have found your prince. I have written this letter because I am to be married in exactly one year. I have decided that dropping a letter in a random spot shall be the way I choose my wife. I will not disclose to you who I am, just a simple email address. For it is my duty to find you. So when the day comes that I do find you; I can promise you that I will make you feel like Cinderella. Yours truly, Prince Charming Ps. my email address is Your_Prince01. Whether you email me or not, the choice is up to you. This is the letter that eighteen year old Elle Bishop finds under her desk in math. What does it mean, and how is she the one to find it? Will she give into the temptation and email Prince Charming or will she toss the letter and just forget?

The bottle landed on me, butterflies shot up and down my stomach. I was going to be in a cloest for a full 7 minutes with the one and only; Jake Hefferson. The school's quaterback and heart throb. We were like the worst mix, I was a straight A student and he was just the jock of the school. The only reason I was at this party was because it was my best friend; Molly's boy friends party. It took her for ever trying to convience me too come, and now I really do regret it. Jake was hot an all but he had the worst personality ever, he had a new girl wrapped around his arm everyday, and they don't seem to realise he only wants to get in their pants. 'Great' He muttered. Way to make a girl feel like utter crap Jake, well that's what he was used to doing anyway. I sighed at the thought of sharing air with this boy with an IQ of a tortoise. He got up and walked towards the closet, I followed in and shut the door, his eyes then locked onto mine.