AN: I know the story seems slow but bare with me. So here's the next
chapter
Disclaimer: Don't own Cinderella Story. I wonder who does.
Chapter 2
My house was not big or fancy despite my father's money. It was only two stories
and while the furniture was made of nice sturdy oak it was plain. There were no
elaborate decorations and the colors seemed to be limited to brown and black with a little
white sometimes. My room was completely different. My mom designed it. She was a
firm believer in showing off wealth. Before she died the entire house was filled to
bursting with beautiful things. This also caused many of the arguments between my
parents. The day after mother's funeral all her decorations were packed up and taken
away. I begged father to let me keep my room the way it was and he relented. Mother
had chosen a blue to match my eyes for my room. It had a blue blanket, blue drapes, blue
everything pretty much. The furniture was a dark cherry. I had a bed, a desk and a small
vanity.
I love my room but it is not the best thing about my house. The greatest thing
about my house was it was right across the street from the biggest library in the country.
I wasn't joking when I said that the library was my second home. I spent every moment I
could there.
I loved reading with a passion. I learned to read when I was almost four. Marta
said I was a natural born reader. It's one of the few compliments she has ever given me. I
read everything, history, math, science and languages. At the moment I was working on a
book of fairytales written in the ancient language. I was anxious to finish it so I hurried
across the street and into the library.
"Good day Ria"
"Sam !" I shouted happily as the elderly librarian gave me a hug.
"I saw your nursemaid looking for you. Now don't give her to much trouble ."
I grinned and we finished together, " just enough to keep her on her toes."
"Have fun he called as I headed to my window perch. I walked down the rows of
shelves thinking about the first time I met Sam. It was the first time I had escaped Marta
and my three-year-old self was thrilled. I decided to journey to the frightening building
across the street. When I came in I was immediately memorized by the thousands of
books. I was soon lost in the towering shelves. After a while I realized I was lost, hungry
and tired. So I just sat down and cried. Sam, the same old wrinkly skinned, gray haired
man found me, dried my tears and read me my favorite fairytale.
I was lost in memories when suddenly Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I
whirled around half expecting Marta. Instead I came face to face with the emerald-eyed
boy.
"Hello again" he smiled. I was more then a little stunned.
"Hello," I managed to get out.
"I don't think I caught your name before you left, " He said.
"Ria," I replied gathering myself together, "actually Rialyn but no one calls me that. What's yours?"
"You can call me Terri"
"Sure"
"Well, now that we've been properly introduced may I ask you what you're doing
here? You don't see to many girls in the library."
Obviously he got straight to the point. No beating around the bush for him.
"Hmmm lets think real hard," I said sarcastically, " reading."
He gave me an odd look and I wondered if I had upset him. Then he laughed. I
decided to be as direct as he was.
"What are you doing here?" What I really meant was why are you here instead of
dashing after adventures and beautiful ladies.
"I'm doing research," he replied quickly.
At that moment I saw someone who could possibly be Marta so I decided I ought
to get going.
"I hope to see you again in the future" I said with a curtsy and quickly hurried off.
He was nice I decided but I didn't like the way I got all tongue tied around him. I hadn't
lied I did want to see him again.
AN: Thanx for reading. If you liked please review if not please review anyways!!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Cinderella Story. I wonder who does.
Chapter 2
My house was not big or fancy despite my father's money. It was only two stories
and while the furniture was made of nice sturdy oak it was plain. There were no
elaborate decorations and the colors seemed to be limited to brown and black with a little
white sometimes. My room was completely different. My mom designed it. She was a
firm believer in showing off wealth. Before she died the entire house was filled to
bursting with beautiful things. This also caused many of the arguments between my
parents. The day after mother's funeral all her decorations were packed up and taken
away. I begged father to let me keep my room the way it was and he relented. Mother
had chosen a blue to match my eyes for my room. It had a blue blanket, blue drapes, blue
everything pretty much. The furniture was a dark cherry. I had a bed, a desk and a small
vanity.
I love my room but it is not the best thing about my house. The greatest thing
about my house was it was right across the street from the biggest library in the country.
I wasn't joking when I said that the library was my second home. I spent every moment I
could there.
I loved reading with a passion. I learned to read when I was almost four. Marta
said I was a natural born reader. It's one of the few compliments she has ever given me. I
read everything, history, math, science and languages. At the moment I was working on a
book of fairytales written in the ancient language. I was anxious to finish it so I hurried
across the street and into the library.
"Good day Ria"
"Sam !" I shouted happily as the elderly librarian gave me a hug.
"I saw your nursemaid looking for you. Now don't give her to much trouble ."
I grinned and we finished together, " just enough to keep her on her toes."
"Have fun he called as I headed to my window perch. I walked down the rows of
shelves thinking about the first time I met Sam. It was the first time I had escaped Marta
and my three-year-old self was thrilled. I decided to journey to the frightening building
across the street. When I came in I was immediately memorized by the thousands of
books. I was soon lost in the towering shelves. After a while I realized I was lost, hungry
and tired. So I just sat down and cried. Sam, the same old wrinkly skinned, gray haired
man found me, dried my tears and read me my favorite fairytale.
I was lost in memories when suddenly Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I
whirled around half expecting Marta. Instead I came face to face with the emerald-eyed
boy.
"Hello again" he smiled. I was more then a little stunned.
"Hello," I managed to get out.
"I don't think I caught your name before you left, " He said.
"Ria," I replied gathering myself together, "actually Rialyn but no one calls me that. What's yours?"
"You can call me Terri"
"Sure"
"Well, now that we've been properly introduced may I ask you what you're doing
here? You don't see to many girls in the library."
Obviously he got straight to the point. No beating around the bush for him.
"Hmmm lets think real hard," I said sarcastically, " reading."
He gave me an odd look and I wondered if I had upset him. Then he laughed. I
decided to be as direct as he was.
"What are you doing here?" What I really meant was why are you here instead of
dashing after adventures and beautiful ladies.
"I'm doing research," he replied quickly.
At that moment I saw someone who could possibly be Marta so I decided I ought
to get going.
"I hope to see you again in the future" I said with a curtsy and quickly hurried off.
He was nice I decided but I didn't like the way I got all tongue tied around him. I hadn't
lied I did want to see him again.
AN: Thanx for reading. If you liked please review if not please review anyways!!!!