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"Hey Cinderella," my best friend Andy said coming over to me.
“Hello Andy,” I answered, smiling.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to decide the best way to make my parents wish they hadn’t named me Cinderella.”
I hate my name, as you can tell. My parents are idiots. Who would name their child Cinderella? I know they love fairy tales, but they don’t have to try to make my life one. They have my sister for that.
“Good luck with that.”
I groaned. “Why does the world hate me?” I exclaimed dramatically.
“The world hates everyone.”
“Good point. But it hates me the most. Why did I have to get stuck with parents who think true love exists and everybody gets a happy ending? They are absolutely crazy.”
“I can’t argue with that. They’re always so happy. It’s unnatural.”
“Exactly. Why are they always so happy? Can’t they show some other emotion? Why can’t they ever be sad or mad? They weren’t even mad when I threw the book of fairy tales they gave me for Christmas in the fire. They just smiled and said that accidents happen. That was no accident.”
Andy laughed. “They just want their little girl to be happy.”
“I’d be happier if they just left me alone.” I looked down at my watch. “Come on, we’re going to be late for history of magic.” I grabbed Andy’s hand and dragged him off towards the history of magic classroom.
Professor Binns stopped talking when he heard the door slam behind us. I swear he’s blind. Doesn’t he know that nobody ever pays attention in this class?
“You’re late.” Thanks for stating the obvious.
“Sorry professor. We lost track of the time.” I smiled innocently. I can talk myself out of anything. The teachers love me.
“Very well, Cinderella. Please take your seats.”
The teachers always call me Cinderella. Every single one of them. They don’t call me by my last name like they do to everybody else. I think they just like to torture me. Andy and I made our way over to our usual table in the middle of the classroom.
“This is the boringist class ever.” I whispered to Andy five minutes later.
“Boringist isn’t a word,” he whispered back.
“It is now.”
Andy rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, Cindy.” I cringed. I hated being called Cindy even more than I hate being called Cinderella.
“Don’t call my Cindy,” I whispered angrily.
Andy chuckled. “Okay, Ella.” Ella was better than Cindy but worse then Cinderella. Ella reminds me to much of that muggle movie Ella Enchanted.
“Don’t call me Ella.”
“I thought you hated your name,” he teased. He just loved to annoy me.
“I do but Ella sounds like a princess name and Cindy is just ew.”
Andy quietly laughed. “Am I annoying you?”
I gave him one of my 'duh' looks and swept a piece of my auburn hair out of my eyes. I reached into my bag and pulled out my journal and muggle pen.
“What are you always writing in there?” Andy asked curiously.
Ha. Like I’d tell him.
“Nothing,” I said, smiling innocently. Too bad my good girl smile doesn’t work on him.
I stick my tongue out at him and flip open the journal. I put the cap of the pen between my teeth and pull it off. I bite my lip then start to write. In this journal I write about my hopes my dreams my fears my secrets and my life. Nobody will ever know what happens inside my head therefore nobody will ever read my journal. I get dangerous when people try to take my journal so don’t even try it, you will fail. Many before you have tried and never succeeded, so what makes you so special? The bell rang making me jump.
“Class is over already?”
“Don’t you ever pay attention?” Andy asks playfully.
“No. Am I supposed to?”
“Too bad. No teacher can hold my attention for more than five minutes. It’s not possible.”
I looked at him silently asking if he was crazy. “You sound like my parents. There are some things that just won’t happen. Like James Potter will never get Lily. Sirius Black will never grow up. Marissa will never wake up later than six in the morning. Gaby will never stop talking. And I will never fall in love. It’s just not going to happen. It’s impossible.”
I hate it when people say that anything is possible. It drives me crazy. Not everything is possible. Some things are impossible. Why don’t people understand that?
“Okay, okay, okay, okay. Not everything is possible; I get it,” Andy said, backing away from me slightly.
I kind of have a problem controlling my anger. When I get really angry I lose control of my magic. Trust me, you do not want to be near me when I lose control of my magic. In first year Andy made me really mad and ended up in the hospital wing for a week. He is always pushing his luck and one day I’m just going to explode.
I took a deep breath to try and calm myself. I could feel the magic inside me bursting to get out.
“Why must you always push me to my limit?” I asked.
“Because it’s fun.”
I glared at him.
“I haven’t crossed the line since first year.”
“You’ve come close. Do you want to spend another week in the hospital wing?”
“I didn’t think so.” I turned in my heel and stormed away.
“Come on Cinderella you know I’m just joking. I like to mess with you that’s all.” Andy grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him.
I smiled. “You called me Cinderella.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”
I laughed. “Yes, it is.” I linked my arm with his. “Come on, I’m hungry.”
“Me, too. I didn’t have breakfast.”
“That’s your fault. If you would've gotten up on time you would have had plenty of time to have breakfast,” I explained.
“I hate Mondays. I never get enough sleep.”
“You stay up all night.”
“So do you and you never have a problem getting up.”
“You’ve never seen me right when I get up. I’m a complete mess. I have Marissa wake me up every morning.”
“That would explain why you’re always up so early.”
I nodded. “Marissa wakes up at 5:30 every morning. That girl is insane. Who gets up at 5:30 in the morning?”
“I do what?” Marissa asked from behind us. We had reached the Great Hall and were now making our way to the Hufflepuff table.
“Nothing, Marissa, nothing.”I told her
Marissa shrugged and went to sit down next to her boyfriend at the Ravenclaw table.
“Do you know who’s even weirder than Marissa?” Andy asked.
Andy smirked. “You.” I’m such an idiot. I should’ve known his answer.
I smacked him and sat down. “You’re mean.” I pouted.
“Yes, I am.”
“That’s not a good thing,” I said, but he ignored me of course. When there’s food around Andy forgets everything else.
“You’re such a pig,” I told him.
“All boys are,” My friend Stephanie muttered to me watching the boys near us eat with a look of disgust on her face.
I nodded. “When will they learn that they’ll never get girls with those manners?”
Stephanie giggled. “They’ll never grow up.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“So Cinderella,” Claire, a very annoying fifth year Gryffindor said, “Are you meeting your prince tonight? Make sure you’re out of there before midnight.”
Anger bubbled up inside of me as I fought to remain in control. “Claire, how many times do I have to tell you? I have no prince. I never will, so you might as well quit asking.”
Claire was one of the many people that loved to make my life more miserable than it already is.
“Sure there isn’t.” She smirked.
“Claire, I think you’d better stop.” Andy said. He could tell I was about to lose control.
“Why?” she asked.
“When Cinderella gets really mad she loses control of her magic. I had to spend a week in the hospital wing after I made fun of her name.”
Claire always seems to forget that I can’t control my magic when I’m angry so we have to explain it to her over and over again. She’s the dumbest person I’ve ever met.
“Oh, okay.” She turned back to her stupid little friends and leaves me to glare at her head. I have no idea how she doesn’t feel the holes I’m burning into her head.
Stephanie put her hand on my shoulder. “Calm down, Cinderella,” she said.
I once again took a deep breath. I really need to learn how to control my stupid anger.
“I’m okay,” I said after several minutes.
My Ravenclaw friend Gaby then decided to make her way over to us from the Gryffindor table. She had a huge smile on her face. “Guess what?” she exclaimed. She’s really happy about something.
“What?” Stephanie asks.
“Sirius Black asked me out.” She giggled.
I rolled my eyes.
“That’s wonderful.” Stephanie said.
“I know. I’m so happy.” Well, that’s obvious. “I just wanted to tell you guys. I’m going to go back over and sit with him.” She giggled once more and then walked away.
“I bet it’ll last less than a week.”
Andy jabbed me in my ribs while Stephanie looked surprised.
“Cinderella, how could you say something like that?”
I shrugged. “Because it’s the truth. Sirius dates girls for a few days then dumps them and leaves them with a broken heart.”
“Can’t you just pretend to be happy for her? She’s really excited about this.”
“She’ll get over it. Make sure you tell her what a jerk he is when she comes running to you after they break up.”
Stephanie sighed. “You need a boyfriend.”
I laughed. “No. Boyfriends aren’t worth the pain.”
“Not all boys will break your heart.” Stephanie said.
We’ve had this argument many times before. She can never convince me to find a boyfriend.
“But it’s kind of hard to have a boyfriend when you don’t believe in love.”
“How can you not believe in love? Love does exist. Can’t you feel it when your parents hug you?”
I shook my head. “All I feel is somebody touching me.”
Stephanie groaned in frustration. She knew I wasn’t going to give up. “Can you prove that love doesn’t exist?” she asked.
“Can you prove love does exist?”
“Go out with one person.” I opened my mouth to protest but she silenced me by putting her hand over my mouth. “I’m not done. Go out with one person. If you don’t fall in love with that person in four months then I’ll never bother you about it again. But if you do fall in love with him you have to admit in front of the whole school that love exist and you have found it.”
I smiled. “Seems fair. But I get to choose the guy.”
Stephanie smirked. “The boy has to ask you out.”
“What crazy boy would ask me out?”
“None right now. But I’m going to give you a make over that will have all the guys chasing you. You have to agree to go out with the third one to ask you.”
“Deal.” This is going to be easy.
We shook hands. Nobody will ever doubt that love doesn’t exist when this is over. I’ll prove to my parents that not everybody gets a happy ending. Now I just have to get a guy to ask me out. I hope Stephanie doesn’t make me wear any uncomfortable shoes.