My name is: Cinderella!
Hehe,
gotcha there didn't I? You thought this was going to be another one
of those brainwashed fairy tales of Cinderella?
Well sweetheart, here's the cold hard truth.
My name is Cindi Charming. Don't I sound like a wanna be Brintey? Truth is, I am a great desendent of Cinderella. Yep. She's my great great great great great great great great great great great grandmother, or something. So I am destined to fall in love.... blah blah blah?
Castles? Nope. Long ago one of the grand ma's messed up and didn't get married in time blah blah blah. A very boring story, may add. So they gave it all up! POOF!
England or wherever they were? Nope. I'm in a better city though, can any say....
NEW YORK?
Yep, I am a New York Punk Princess! Haha... at least I have 'Princess' in my title. So you wanna know my Cinderella story?
And yes, I do have one....
Love,
Cin (NOT KIN or Sin)
I GIVE UP!
Lover,
NO NOT LOVER!
(I so am not a princess. I am Miss Klutzy)
Love,
CeeCee
NYC Finest Punk Princess!
(A/N- Yes, I know this is a very short
little chappie here. Yes, I know all my other writing are failures.
No, do not click on that profile of my name! It will lead you to...
um.... these super horrid stories!
This is a new beginning. Who
doesn't love a Cinderella story gone bad?
Love,
The Author
HEHE! I already typed the next chapter... to post or leave a cliff hanger?
THAT IS THE QUESTION!
Oh yeh, not krazi, I promise!)