The Other Side

Chapter 3 ~Cinderella~

Unedited so if you seriously can't read it due to grammar or punctuation etc just pm me, I'll probably edit it if I get a few of those messages. If not enjoy!

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How I ended up in this awkward situation, I have no idea. Sitting on a sofa like chair, my butt seemed quite uncomfortable. The leather made me slip slightly so I had to keep pushing myself up. After a few more slips I began to get irritated. Screw proper manners I'll sit with my leg on the chair who cares.

I am currently eating breakfast sitting on as you can tell a very slippy leather chair, the mysterious stranger sitting all the was in the front. The wooden oak table stretched all the way to the other end if the room, like one of those tables the queen has or someone rich.

A chandelier hung onto the ceiling the little crystals glistening it the sun, a massive window reaching from the floor to the ceiling behind me seemed to give the room all the light it needed.

A great fireplace stood on the right from me, sadly there was no fire currently on. Paintings were plastered on every inch of the walls they could find, I'm guessing they're the ancestors of that guy.

The only thing I seemed to like was the wall paper I could just see, it was red with intricate flower patterns weaving in and out of itself.

The tension in the room suddenly became too much for me, I was waiting for the questions to be piling up on me but there was none, the silence in this room was so awkward that I was beginning to get nervous, that should never happen for I'm never nervous, not unless you count being in front of my foster parents but that's different.

Speaking of which, I don't even know his name yet which came to a surprise to me. I should have asked last night but I was too exhausted to even brush my teeth. Ew dirty teeth, now my mouth feels weird and I just realized that now *sigh*.

"So what's your name?" I asked quite loudly, didn't know if he could hear me from the other side of the room.

I was going to repeat it the second time before I heard a reply. I couldn't make out what he was saying for he was being to quiet, I don't understand why we need to eat on a table like this. Why talk like this when we could talk on a hm...maybe smaller table!

Asking him to repeat that i could just hear him say...

"Firstly, you don't have to shout, secondly it's Mika"

What an unusual name for a unusual character, suits him to the T. I voiced my thoughts out to him, he didn't seem impressed though. What? It's not my fault he doesn't understand sarcasm. I heard him ask one of the servants to carry his food out and thought, what a lazy ass.

Who is to lazy to bring their food to the kitchen? I'm not that lazy, It's like putting your clothes in the laundry, it only takes a couple of seconds then you're done. God people like these annoy the hell out of me, are you seriously that lazy to do something so easily? God I thought I was lazy but at least I'm not like this-wait...I am like this, did I just insult myself? Do I get annoyed at myself then? One of life's mysteries. ..

When I finished my food, I got up ready to go to Mika and actually talk to him instead of yelling at him to the top of my lungs when he shouted STOP!

A little confused or a lot I immediately froze mid step.

"You have to excuse yourself before you even get off the chair, didn't anyone teach you proper etiquette?"

Um...I don't think so, what does etiquette even mean? God, rich people sometimes, or in my case prince wannabes.