"Good-bye my Cinderella, I will see you again."
Did I just here him say that? Amy was out the door already, racing to her black eclipse. "I can't belive I just did that," she said hiting her head on the stearing wheel. What did he mean by "Cinderella", she looked at the clock, Oh, so that's why. It's midnight and Cinderella leaves by then. I guess I am like that since I was in a hurry, and everything. But why did he kiss me? She still felt his lips on her. Amy was driving home, and had to get changed quickly. If they ever saw her like that, she would never get an allowance again. She needed the money for school and other things. Amy couldn't wait to finally leave, but was waiting to graduate. She was the youngest of her class, and the smartest. She was downstairs in the kitchen fiercly scrubbing the floor, trying to clean it. All her chores were done, and they weren't home yet. Finally, a time to relax.
Linda and Nicole were still at the recital being congratulated. Nicole was in her sparkling white costume with white roses in hand, and of course was taking all the credit. "I did this all by myself no one helped me." But of course the teachers stood there, heads hanging low. "Ladies, you did a great job, but I wonder why you're not fired yet?" Linda scolded. Ms. Maria was furious. She had never been so insulted. Nicole was a born clutz. "The nerve of that woman!" She screamed to her friend and fellow dance teacher Ms. Laura. "Be quiet, or she'll hear you." "I don't give a shit! That woman and her daughter should leave! Her step daughter Amy has more civility than any of them, and she's an excellient dancer, I've seen her. Amy has talent and she's stuck with these bithces." "Yes I know she has talent, I chose her to sing and play the piano. I agree that she doesn't belong with them. You are friends with her correct?" "Yes of course. We work together. We're like sisters, same with her best friend Jenna."
Dracula couldn't help but over hear. They talked to fondly of her, but he didn't catch a name. He walked up to the teachers. "Excuse my intrusion upon your conversation, but what was the girl's name?" Ms. Maria didn't trust him, but she told him anyway. "Her name's Amy. And why do you want to know her name?" "Thank you, and that is no concern of you." "Oh no you didn't!" "Did what?" "Don't smart mouth me!" He laughed and walked away. Amy, Amy, Amy. Beautiful. I wonder where she is.
Linda bumped into Nicole. "OW! Mom you idoit! You're drunk." "Yea so. This dancing business is so boring. Let's go home," she slurred. "Mom, who's that?" Nicole's eyes brightened. Linda turned around, and in a stuper, her mouth hung open. "Oh my God, he is so hott!" "Yea he is!" Both mother and daughter were giggling. That couldn't help but stare, and he noticed. They waved, and yet he glared at them. This confused them greatly. They went in the car, mother still drunk, and went home.
"Amy get over here! Mother needs help!" Amy was in no mood to take care of her drunk step mother. They put her on the bed, and boy was she heavy! Nicole and Amy went downstairs. "So how was the recital?" she inquired of course being there. "It was alright, and we saw this hott guy." "Really? Describe him." "Well, he had blue eyes, black hair, his was sorta pale, and he was hot. It was so weird. We waved at him, but he glared back at us." Not suprised, I don't blama him. Who would ever look at you? She was smiling inside, but realized that the discription was so familiar.
Soon the lights went out. A single candle lit the room, but they never touched it.