Here i am, washing my stepmothers floor, insted of going to the schools mascarade Dance!
All because of stupid Britney and Blair telling her that i was planing on going. But i'm not gonna let them win.
"When your done with that floor, there's the one in the dining room, and the ball room" my stepmother said
"Yes ma lady" i replied with a cold glare
"Awww, star. You would've hated that dance anyway" she said
"And why's that?" i asked
"Because you've got no friends, you aren't very pretty, and no one likes you, they just feel sorry for you" she said
She's right, about all those things! Iris, melody and the others girls probably feel sorry for me, and well castiel made it pretty clear that i'm on my own.
"Well, i've got to go! when i get home the floors better be sparkling!" she said while walking out the door
"I'M SO NOT GONNA LET THEM WIN! MY DADDY WORKED FOR ALL THIS MONEY! I'M NOT GONNA LET HER BOSS ME AROUND! I'M GOING TO THAT DANCE, THE QUESTION IS HOW!" i screamed to myself
In a fairy tale, this is where my fairy god mother would come, make the floors sparkle, get me the perfect dress, hair and car...but this isn't a fairy tale, this is my life.