Cinderella
Chapter Two: Tonya
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I woke up to my alarm clock beeping at me. Beep, beep, beep went its monotonous voice. Usually, I set it to turn on to the radio. But I had had a feeling that a song wouldn't wake me up this morning. I had stayed up all night yesterday, unable to fall asleep. I was so bored, I had read my book for my book report, due next Tuesday, and finished the report. I am such a keener.
I stumbled around my room, trying to find the perfect outfit for the day. My yellow skirt with the floral top? Nah, too preppy (A/N: I have nothing against preps. In fact, I am one! Back to the story…). Maybe all black, for mourning? Nope, I wasn't that depressed. After about twenty minutes of this, I decided on my purple and green reversible skirt, and a white tank top. Preppy, yet in a nice, laid back sort of way.
I hurried down the stairs, after completing my makeup and hair routine. I didn't have much time for breakfast, due to my indecision on my outfit. I grabbed a granola bar, and hurried out of the house.
I had to run to the bus stop. I got there right as the bus was pulling away from me. Dang. This was not going to be a good day for me, I can tell. So I waited for the next bus to come. Naturally, it was late, and I barely made it to school in time. In fact, I had just closed the door to Darbus's classroom when the late bell rang. Sighing with relief, I plopped into my seat.
Mrs. Darbus always makes a dramatic entrance. Today, with a swirl of her magenta cloak, that looked an awful lot like the ones Frodo and Sam wear in Lord of the Rings, a powerful odor seemed to follow her through the door, and to her desk. I saw Troy having a coughing fit in the front row.
"Well, class, today we will be doing a short creative writing class. Just let your imaginations wander, and set your soul free!" Mrs. Darbus finished with another swirl of her cape.
Gabi and I looked at each other. This has got to be the easiest class in Darbus history! Usually she has us memorizing Shakespeare, or reading Charles Dickens. I knew that no one was actually going to write anything.
I could see Chad having a laughing fit in the second row. He always had something funny to say about Darbus herself, what she said, or what she wore. Sometimes I wished he would leave her alone. Yet, sometimes I found it the funniest thing in the world. It's strange the feelings I have sometimes. And I wasn't even PMSing. Hmm….
After Mrs. Darbus had firmly seated herself behind her desk, and was working on a huge stack of marking, I caught Gabi's eye, slowly took out my cell phone, and watched her do the same.
(The underlined is Gabi and the bold is Taylor)
so tay whats up? you look like the zombie bride! Jk
oh, nothing much. Just pitying myself.
im sorry that you cant go to the dance, but lets be practical. chad didnt even ask you!
are you hating on me? cuz i am your best friend.
dont try to make me pity you, are you allowed to go to the dance or not?
I sighed before replying.
do you really think my mom would change her mind?
i guess thats a no?
yes, its a no. we better stop texting, mrs darbus looks as if she has an annoucment to make.
kk, by.
I turned off my cell phone, and quickly rotated in my seat to face Mrs. Darbus. I was right; she did have an important announcement.
She cleared her throat. I saw Chad imitating her, exaggerating her actions.
"Now, class," she said with a sweep of her arm, "I have an important announcement to make."
Am I psychic or what?
She continued. "We will-"
She was cut off by the 3rd period buzzer. Mrs. Darbus sighed, and shouted out after us, "It will have to wait until tomorrow."
The rest of the day dragged on. And on. And on. Finally, lunch period came around. I was last in line (of course!) and because of that, the last one at my table. Basically, my table is Gabriella, Troy (sometimes), me, Cathy (a member of the scholastic decathlon team), Lucy (same as Cathy) and very rarely, Chad. Today, it was just me, Gabi and Troy. Cathy and Lucy had the flu. Lucky them.
"Hey, Tay! What's up?" Gabriella asked me. Troy nodded and waved his greeting.
"Oh, nothing much, other than the fact that I'm having the worst day of my life!" I plunked down at the table. My friends stared at me, surprised at my outburst. I usually show what I'm feeling, but not that strongly.
"Um, OK. So," Gabriella tried to change the subject, "What did you think of Mrs. Darbus's perfume?"
Troy gagged at the memory. "Maybe, 'Ode to a Rotten Cabbage'? Or perchance 'Teen Spirit'?"
I stared at Troy, then Gabriella. "Perchance? Since when did you learn such big words?"
Troy blushed. "Gabriella taught them to me." He mumbled.
"Ah," I said, with sudden understanding. "That would explain a lot. Like your history essay mark. 96 just isn't like you, Troy."
Troy turned, if possible, redder. "Hey! I only had a little help from Gabi! I worked hard on that essay!"
I noticed that Gabriella was giving me the don't-harass-my-boyfriend-just-because-your-day-sucks look. I refrained from snorting.
"Well, I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone for the rest of lunch."
I picked up my tray and dumped it in the garbage. It wasn't worth eating, anyways. I then trotted off to the library.
While I was looking up books on Mesopotamia, I spotted Chad's volumous hair. It's pretty hard to miss. I headed over in the direction of the mass of curls, with a casual conversation on my mind.
As I neared the place where he was, I spotted another figure, a figure I loathed. Tonya Wagner. Head cheerleader of the East High Wildcats. I'm not quite sure why I hate her so much, I just do. Maybe it's because of all the things she has that I don't. Popularity, a huge wardrobe, the ability to hit it off with a guy, any guy, as soon as she meets them, to name a few.
Tonya was, as we speak, flirting to the max. I mean, hair flipping, eyelash battering, light punches that were really more like caresses, the works. Worst of all, Chad seemed to be enjoying it! He was flirting right back! And here I was, actually thinking that he liked me!
So much for my fairytale.
A/N: OK, that was the second chapter of Cinderella. What do you think? Review, but I have changed my mind. Try to be nice! And if you criticize, make it in a nice way, OK? Please press the button, though. You know you want to.
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