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Chapter 4 : Shoes of Death
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“Wake up! Cinderella, wake up!”
I groaned at the sound of stephanie’s raised voice. My hands pulled my blanket over my head trying to block out her high pitched squeals.
“Cinderella!” her fist connected with my back. “I’m not going to tell you again, wake up!” she yelled sounding very much like an annoyed parent.
“I don’t wanna,” I mumbled into my pillow.
“I don’t care if you want to. It’s 6:30, you were supposed to be up a half an hour ago. This only leaves us with an hour and a half to get you ready. We have to do your hair, find some suitable clothes for you to wear, make sure your makeup is perfect. Get up; we don’t have time to argue.” I was too tired to point out that we weren’t really arguing. I was just trying to sleep like a normal person does this early in the morning. Seriously, who gets up at six in the morning to get ready? Nobody needs two hours to get dressed. And they say I’m insane.
“Cinderella!” Stephanie pulled my nice warm blanket off of me forcefully. I shivered as the cold November air hit my body.
“I’m up, I’m up.” I tiredly sat up and yawned. Why couldn’t they just let me sleep? I don’t see anything wrong with sleeping in on a Saturday. I blame Stephanie for this unfortunate event. If it wasn’t for her and her stupid love obsessed mind I would still be sleeping peacefully.
Marissa grabbed my hands and pulled me roughly to my feet. I stumbled and grabbed Stephanie’s hair to keep myself from falling. She shrieked in surprise. “Cinderella!” did she have to yell so loud. I was right next to her I could hear her perfectly fine, I’m not deaf.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be so clumsy if you didn’t make me get up so early.” I calmly stated while crossing my arms over my chest.
Stephanie signed in annoyance. Obviously, she was running out of patience. I smiled innocently at her; she rolled her eyes but still smiled back at me.
“Go,” she pushed me toward the bathroom. “We don’t have much time, take a quick shower and come back out here so we can get you ready.”
Slowly I made my way in the direction she pushed me, almost running into the wall. I stifled a yawn before closing the door behind me. As quickly as someone who just woke up can I jumped in the shower for the shortest shower I’ve ever taken in my entire life. I walked out of the bathroom a half an hour later feeling very awake with a nice, fluffy towel wrapped around my body.
“Here, put these on.” I barely managed to catch the clothes that were thrown at me the second that I stepped out.
“Good morning to you too Gaby.” I muttered watching as she bounced up and down excitedly. Sometimes that girl makes absolutely no sense to me. How can she be so hyper when it’s so early? I just don’t get it. Does she eat sugar for breakfast or something?
I examined the clothes that she had thrown at me cautiously. I never knew what to expect when they picked out my clothes, I had learned in second year never to let them dress me unless I wanted to be put through long hours of drawn out torture, and arguing about what colors look good on me. They had picked out a pair of jeans, which unlike my usual ripped up, worn out jeans, were nice and looked like they had never been worn before. The shirt was just a plain, tight- fitting, light blue, long sleeved shirt. It didn’t even really matter what it looked like, I would be wearing my black coat over it anyway.
I pulled them on silently; I had nothing I could argue with. The clothes weren’t bad, I would never choose to wear them, but they weren’t bad.
Next, Stephanie dragged me over to her bed and sat me down on the edge. She sat on her knees behind me and tapped my head with her wand while muttering a drying spell under her breath.
“I wonder what you two will do. Where is he going to take you? What are you going to talk about? Is he going to be nice, or a total jerk? No offense but I didn’t think the two of you would last until today. I thought for sure he was going to dump you like he does to all the other girls. Do you think you’ll have fun? I wonder if Sirius will have fun. Do you think he will? I’m not so sure.” Gaby, who hadn’t stopped talking since she threw my clothes at me, rambled.
None of us listened to a word she was saying. Stephanie was busy trying to rip all of my hair out of my head, Marissa was attempting to put makeup on my face, and I was trying to stay as still as I could so Marissa didn’t smear it all over my face and make me look like a clown. It was harder than you would think to stay still though. I had no idea what Stephanie was doing to me but it hurt. Why did my hair have to be so thick?
“Done,” Stephanie finally exclaimed 45 minutes later. “Are you done yet Marissa?” she asked hopping off of her bed to look at me from the front.
She bit her lip before nodding in approval of her work. “Done.”
Gaby, Stephanie, and Marissa stood side by side in front of me. They all tilted their heads to the side before smiling widely. Looking in the mirror that Gaby was holding out I could see that Stephanie had curled my hair in soft curls and pinned the sides up to keep it out of my face. I could barely tell that I was wearing makeup. “Perfect,” they stated in unison.
Before I could say a word they pulled me to my feet. Just when I was starting to think that this whole thing wasn’t so bad, they mentioned high heels, the shoes of death.
I shook my head at them vigorously. “There is no way you’re getting my to wear those things, I would kill myself in them. Do you want me to die?” my wide eyes never left the shoes of death.
Stephanie rolled her brown eyes at me. “Stop being so dramatic, they’re just shoes.”
“They are not just shoes. Those monsters are alive and they want to kill me!” I pointed my finger accusingly at the blue monsters they were trying to force on my feet.
Ten minutes and a very heated argument later the shoes of death were forced onto my protesting feet. I crossed my arms and wouldn’t look at any of them. I don’t understand how girls can walk in these things. It’s torture, pure torture. With every step I took I became even more in danger of falling to my destruction. These shoes, if they can be considered shoes, will be the death of me.
I slowly, carefully made my way out of the dorm with Marissa, Gaby, and Stephanie following close behind trying, and failing, to convince me that wearing high heels wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe it isn’t for them but it sure is for me. I came to a sudden stop in front of the staircase. There was no way I was going to be able to make it down the stairs alive while wearing the shoes of death; they’re called the shoes of death for a reason.
“What are you waiting for Cinderella?” Marissa asked. “You’re already late.”
“Do you honestly expect me to walk down the stairs?” I asked in disbelief. They couldn’t possibly expect that much from me.
“Yes, now walk.” Stephanie only gave me a light push but it was enough to make me lose the little balance I had. A scream of surprise escaped through my lips before I fell backwards. And as if that wasn’t enough I slid down the stairs, my butt colliding painfully with each step.
“That was graceful,” I heard an amused, familiar sounding voice comment sarcastically.
All I could do was groan. My butt was throbbing like crazy, I knew that the high heels were a bad idea but did they listen to me? No, they had to force me to do the opposite of what I said. I told them they were evil but they never listen to me. Why would they listen to the girl who knows the truth about high heels? Just because I’m insane doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about.
I forced my eyes open to see Andy smirking down at me. A scowl formed on my lips before I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.
“I’d like to see you try to walk in these things,” I held my foot up for him to see the blue deathtrap attached to it.
That wiped that stupid smirk off his face quickly. He gulped nervously; I had my ways of making sure he felt my pain. It was my turn to smirk.
“Now,” I said snapping him out of his little world where he was imagining the many ways I could make him wear the shoes of death. “Help me up,” I held up my arms for him to grab. His hands wrapped around my arms and with a hard tug I was on my feet again.
“Cinderella, are you alright?” Gaby asked bouncing on the balls of her feet with a look of great concern of her face. She should be concerned; she was one of the three people responsible for my terrible fall.
“I’d be a lot better without the shoes of death on my feet.” I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows at them. Marissa squirmed uncomfortably under my intense glare.
Stephanie sighed sadly, “look at your hair, it’s ruined. I worked hard to make your hair look perfect.” She pouted.
I rolled my eyes. I just fell down a flight of stairs and all she’s concerned about is my hair. Thanks, Stephanie, thanks, that makes me feel really special.
“Do I still have to wear the shoes of death?” I asked sounding very much like a whining three year old.
“Yes!” Gaby and Stephanie shouted at me at the same time.
I jumped in surprise only to be knocked off my feet once more. My back connected with the ground as hard as gravity allowed. Stupid, stupid shoes, why must they torture me?
I opened my eyes that I had closed when I fell to find four pairs of amused eyes staring at me all belonging to my so-called friends that were close to bursting from holding in their laughter at my second ungraceful fall of the day. I narrowed my eyes at them angrily. It was their fault I was falling. I wouldn’t laugh at them if they were in my situation, oh, wait maybe I would.
I turned my glare to the shoes of death. If looks could kill these stupid shoes would be deader than dead. “I hate you,” I told my shoes with as much hate as I could muster. I lifted my legs over and over pounding the killer shoes against the ground they attempted to kill me on. “Die, shoes of death, die” I yelled along with my pounding.
I was getting weird looks, I could feel them. If there was anyone who didn’t think I was crazy before they definitely did now. My so-called friends probably thought I had finally lost it.
I stopped my pounding with an annoyed sigh when I saw the shoes of death weren’t going to die from the brutal beating I was giving them. My angry glare once again met the eyes of my so-called friends all of whom were staring at me with raised eyebrows and goofy amused grins on their faces.
“What?” I yelled at them in annoyance.
That did it, I pushed them over the edge and the laughter they had tried so hard to keep from passing their lips was let loose with a loud roar. I crossed my arms angrily.
Stephanie held out her hand to help me up. I glared at it. I wasn’t accepting help from the person who put me in this situation. Instead of taking her outstretched hand I grabbed the railing of the staircase and pulled myself up.
“Turn around,” I snapped at Andy.
He did as he was told still chuckling at my misfortune. I let go off the railing and grabbed his shoulders. I bit my lip in concentration and jumped. It’s not an easy thing to jump in high heels, when this date is over Stephanie, Marissa, and Gaby are dead. My legs wrapped around Andy’s waist and my arms around his neck. If he was going to laugh at me the least he could do was give me a piggyback ride.
“Cinderella,” Andy said somewhat breathlessly. I smirked.
“Yes,” I answered innocently.
“I can’t…breathe,” I tightened my grip on his neck.
“That’s what you get for being a meanypants.” Giving one last tight squeeze on his neck I loosened my grip so he wouldn’t suffocate although that sounded like a very good idea at the moment.
“Come on,” Gaby yelled loudly making me jump once again. If I hadn’t been on Andy’s back I probably would have fallen again. “Cinderella’s going to be late. She can’t be late; it’s her first date ever. She has to be on time. Now hurry up.”
Gaby went on and on about the importance of being on time to your first date the whole way to the entrance hall. I swear that girl never stops talking. She couldn’t be quiet for five minutes if her life depended on it.
The entrance hall was packed with people excited about going to Hogsmeade. Groups of girls stood in giggling packs. The third years talked excited to one another, this was their second trip to Hogsmeade. After about fifth or sixth year the charm of Hogsmeade wears off.
I cautiously climbed down from Andy’s back. My eyes stared at the shoes of death with distrust. They were evil shoes but I would conquer them, I would not let them win.
“There he is,” Marissa exclaimed excitedly.
I followed her gaze to find Sirius Black staring at me. His eyes were curious but guarded and he looked kind of annoyed at his friend, Remus Lupin, who was standing beside him talking to him.
“Cinderella,” my eyes snapped to Gaby’s face. “Remember everything I told you. This date has to be perfect. Smile and be nice. Try not to be too miserable and remember-”
“Gaby,” I yelled to get her attention. I placed my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “I’m a big girl Gaby, I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m actually going to fall for him. He’s Sirius Black; I will never fall in love especially not with him.” She put on a smile and a happy face but I knew that she was still hurting because of Sirius; he broke her heart and a hearts not something easily fixed. It didn’t matter how many times she denied it, I knew the truth. She’s my friend and I hated to see her hurt.
Gaby smiled and gave me a bone-crushing hug. “You might fall in love; I think it would be good for you. You deserve to be happy,” she fixed one of my curls in a motherly way.
“He’s coming this way,” Marissa informed us.
“Go,” Stephanie urged. She didn’t push me this time which I’m grateful for. “At least try to have fun.” She smirked at me.
“Aw, my little girl’s growing up,” Andy wiped fake tears from his eyes. “I’m so proud, it happened so fast. It seems like just this morning you couldn’t walk and now you’re going on your first date.”
I snorted, “I’m still having trouble walking thanks to these shoes.” I scowled down at them quickly before walking away carefully toward Sirius.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked me once I got to him.
“Yup,” I answered.
We walked in silence through the sea of people crowded into the entrance hall. The icy November wind nipped at my exposed skin. The corners of my lips pulled up, I loved the feeling of the sharp wind biting at my skin. It somehow calmed me down.
My eyes never left my feet as we walked. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, I kept repeating in my head. One foot in front of the other, I can do this. It’s just like walking but with monsters on my feet. I can do this, I can do this, they’re just shoes, I can do this. Oh who am I kidding I can’t do this. I suddenly stopped walking. Sirius stopped beside me. He glanced over at me curiously.
“Wait just a moment,” I told him holding up one finger.
I sat down on the ground that was covered in a thin layer of snow. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his eyebrows pull together in confusion. I yanked the shoes off my throbbing feet. They fought with me, they didn’t want to stop their painful torture on my poor feet but I pulled as hard as I could and they finally came loose. A smile of triumph lit my face.
I pushed myself off the ground with the shoes in my hand. My eyes scanned the area and without a second thought I ran over to some forth year Slytherin and handed her the shoes of death.
“Here you go,” I told her, “they’ll look better on you than on me,” I rushed away leaving her and her friends very confused.
“What was that about?” Sirius asked me once I reached him. He stared at my now bare feet.
“Those shoes are evil,” I explained. “Stephanie, Marissa, and Gaby made me wear them and never again will I allow them to force those things on my feet.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. He was questioning my sanity; I could see it in his eyes. “But now you have no shoes.” Thanks Sirius, I had no idea that getting rid of the shoes of death would leave me without shoes.
I shrugged, “I’d rather have no shoes than wear those shoes,” I scowled, “pure evil those things are. They can barely be considered shoes.”
“Aren’t your feet cold?” he asked starting to walk again.
I shook my head, “not really. I like the cold, it doesn’t bother me.”
He shook his head slowly in disbelief, “you’re weird,” he stated smiling.
“I try,” I smirked up at him.
“I just have one question,” I nodded my head telling him to go on. “Why exactly are the shoes evil?”
I jumped into a long explanation listing all of the reasons why high heels are the shoes of death. After that I explained what happened that morning. He laughed at my misery just like my friends did but thinking about it now it is kind of funny. I laughed with him while I described my second fall.
“Is that why that guy was carrying you?” he asked after I was done. By that time we had reached Hogsmeade and were just wondering around.
“Andy,” I corrected him, “and yes.”
He held open the door to the Three Broomsticks for me.
“I always thought there was something suspicious about high heels,” he muttered under his breath. He ordered two butterbeers; we sat down at one of the only available tables in the crowded place. It was suffocating, I could barely breathe. I took a deep breathe to calm myself, my heart was beating slightly faster than usual.
“Are you alright,” Sirius asked.
I looked up at him trying to concentrate on only him and not the people surrounding me. I nodded quickly. “I’m fine. I’m just a little claustrophobic.”
I closed my mind to the sounds of the shouting students. I tried not to think of the many people those voiced belonged to.
“We can leave if you want to,” he told me. I looked back up at him, He was concerned.
I took a sip of my butterbeer before shaking my head. “I’m fine, really”
After several minutes of silence I thought I was going to go insane. The walls were pressing down on me, the bodies were crushing me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think.
“Distract me,” I commanded Sirius.
“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?”
“I’m fine just distract me,”
“Okay, what’s your favorite color?” he asked.
“Green,” I answered. “I like green, not light green, not dark green, just green. What about you? What’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow,” he answered without hesitation. He took a swig of his butterbeer.
“Really? I asked. Yellow was a strange color. “Why?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know, I just like yellow.”
“Yellow reminds me of the sun, I don’t like the sun,” I crinkled my nose. “It’s too hot. I prefer winter. I love the snow. I like the rain too. I love to just stand in the rain.”
“Winter’s too cold.” He shuddered. “Why do you hate your name?” he asked quickly. I could tell he was trying to keep me distracted.
“I hate fairytales. They’re just stupid stories that parents tell their kids to trick them into thinking that they can be happy and fall in love and live a perfect life where nothing bad ever happens. My parents give my sister a normal name but do they give me a normal name? No, I’m stuck with stupid princess name while Sarah gets to be normal.” I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t like her?” he asked noticing my bitter tone.
“She’s everything my parents always wanted. Perfect hair, perfect attitude, perfect job, perfect life. I try to hate her but there’s nothing about her to hate. She’s obsessed with fairytales, just like my parents, and she believes in love and fairytale endings.” I snorted.
“You don’t believe in love?” he raised his eyebrows and smiled. He looked kind of happy.
I shook my head wildly making my curls fly out around me. “Nope. I think it’s a made up thing that people convince themselves they feel to pretend that somebody actually cares about them. Have you seen how crazy girls act when they believe that they’re in love? It’s ridiculous. They loose their minds and turn themselves into something they’re not for a feeling that doesn’t exist.” I took a drink of my butterbeer. “It’s even more stupid than high heels.”
He chuckled, “I agree,”
“Really?” nobody had ever agreed with me before. I put my elbow on the table and rested my head against my hand.
“Love doesn’t exist, I believe in it as much as you do,” he smirked in a way that made me feel like I was missing something. “You’re sister sounds like one of those annoyingly happy people,” he commented.
I nodded vigorously, “she is one of those annoyingly happy people. She’s always trying to make me find a happy ending. It’s like she’s trying to live my life for me. And she has a way of pointing out everything that’s wrong with me without actually saying it. She tries to make me perfect but I don’t want to be perfect. Perfect people are no fun, you can’t harass them about their imperfections,” I smirked.
Sirius laughed. “It’s always fun to harass people.”
I laughed with him. He was easy to talk to and surprisingly I liked talking to him. Talking to him was like talking to a friend and he doesn’t believe in love. This is going to be so easy. I’m going to win Stephanie, and you’re going to lose. Prepare to face reality, there is no such thing as love.
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“Tell us everything,” Gaby screamed as soon as I walked into my dorm. They way she was jumping up and down reminded my of a rabbit. Her blonde curls looked like long floppy ears bouncing in time to her jumping. “How’d it go? What did you talk about? Did he like you? What did he say? What did you say? Where did you go? Did he buy you anything? Did he let you choose where you went or did he? Was he nice? Where you nice? You didn’t scare him away did you? Did he like your outfit?” suddenly she stopped bombarding me with questions. She looked from my bare feet to my eyes. A look of confusion washed over her face. “Where are you’re shoes?”
Stephanie and Marissa both glanced down at my feet. All three of them glared at me expectantly. They wanted a good explanation to why I was no longer wearing the shoes of death.
“They were evil,” Stephanie rolled her eyes, “they were trying to kill me so I fought them off my feet and that was not an easy thing to do,”
“Where are they now?” Marissa asked.
I shrugged, “I gave them to some Slytherin.”
“What!” I jumped and rubbed my ears. I think I just went deaf.
“Those shoes cost 400 galleons!” Marissa shrieked at me in disbelief.
I stared at her incredulously. “Who pays 400 galleons for a pair of shoes?” that’s just crazy. The most I’ve ever paid for shoes is 15 galleons.
They just stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. Even Gaby was shocked into silence.
“Those weren’t just any shoes,” Gaby whispered dramatically. “They were one of a kind shoes made by Emilee Beaufort.”
“Who?” I asked confused.
“Only the most famous designer in the whole world. It’s almost impossible to get any of her clothes. It was just by luck my mom found those shoes.” Marissa looked close to tears at the loss of her shoes of death.
I shrugged. “They’re just shoes. Just because they’re designed by some famous person doesn’t make any more special than other shoes.”
“Forget about the shoes,” Stephanie commanded Marissa. I could tell it was killing her to say that when all she wanted to do was yell at me for losing Marissa’s precious shoes. “Tell us what happened.”
For the next two hours I was forced to answer all their questions. Once they were satisfied that I had told them everything I possibly could they gave me permission to finally go to bed.
I was exhausted, my feet were still throbbing although not as bad as before and I was getting a headache. I collapsed into my soft warm bed and was instantly asleep.
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