Okay, so I watched Another Cinderella Story for the first time yesterday, and I was like, I think they could've done way more with the two way mirror in the dance studio, and I didn't like the part where they show the video at the party, she runs out, puts on the music, and stands there. So, I decided to a short input of how I think it should've gone somewhat…
So, enjoy it while you can, I'm hoping this one isn't going to be long, maybe two or three chapters, and then you can pick up the story from where she screams and skateboards to school! Haha, love that part!
DISCLAIMER FOR THE REST OF THE STORY: I OWN NOTHING!
Only Thing
What had I been thinking? There was no way Joey Parker could ever like me! He just liked the mystery girl's dance moves because she made him dance great. All he saw when he looked at me was the girl who carried the shrimp around the table or the crab puffs at the party. Why had I believed for a second he'd like me, Mary?
After that stupid video courtesy of Natalia, Brit, and Bree, I ran back to my room and tore off the stupid jacket that Dominique made me wear. I wasn't a slave, I refused to be one.
So, I did the only thing that I knew how to do. I did it when I was happy, when I was sad, when I was mad, tired, energized. You name it, I did it then. I threw off my little purple dress and pulled on my soft, worn, comfortable black pants, a tank top, and a sweatshirt. My flats were ditched to a corner, and I picked up my white shoes. Frantically, I looked around my room and ran to a pile that was stacked under my little sad TV. I dug threw it, throwing clothes everywhere, books, magazines… Who long had it been since I'd cleaned all of that? I was too busy cleaning everyone else's mess I didn't have time for my own.
There it was. I grabbed my dark blue boom box, a CD that Tamy had recorded all my favorite songs on, and my skateboard, and raced out of there as fast as I could. I needed to get out now, and I was going to only place I knew, even if no one else knew I was there.
I took off for the dance studio. That one window had to be open, it was always open. And sure enough, fifteen minutes later, I pulled to a screeching stop in front Mademoiselle Natasha's Dance Studio. At night, with no one else on the other side of the mirror, it was eerily quiet and even a little spooky, if I was going to be honest.
The blinds were up in the main room, and the moonlight fell onto the empty dance floor, the chairs stacked against the walls casting strange shadows against the woodwork. It was time to get started.
Yeah, this is only a little two chapter thing, but let me know what you thought, if anyone reads this fanfiction. It's not my best work, but I was nagged to death to write this by the plot bunnies...
Lots of love and if you like Twilight or Harry Potter, check out my other stories!
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