Code Name : Cinderella

Chapter 2

Cassidy.

I had a lot of trouble getting up from this fall. I checked to make sure no bones were broken. And none were I did however have a really massive bruise forming on my back and probably on my butt too. Too bad I couldn't have been born lucky. I slowly stood up, careful to not act up any of the potential injuries that I had received. Surprisingly after that I had been more worried about hitting my face, because that wouldn't heal in three weeks.

This was Hopes fault. She is the reason I fell, she still has my diary. Feeling very angry I walked over to the barn hoping that my stuff wouldn't be thrown about, all over the stalls.

I was relieved to find out that it wasn't. At first I couldn't find any of my things and I had gotten very worried. But I had the sense enough to check the "bedroom" of the barn. It was more like an over glamorized version of a broom closet but hey. I was going to be stuck here. I might as well make the best of it.

I started cleaning at the dust and managed to get a lot of it to go away. I grabbed my pillow. (thankfully that she thought about the fact that I'd have to sleep with my head on something).

I slapped the blanket in the air to remove all the hay off of it, laying it down I started thinking. If I could prove that she has done something to him, I'll never have to deal with her again. And I'm sure her daughters in on it too. You know what they say! Like mother like daughter.

Caroline was always jealous of me. From the moment she stepped foot into our home. She was mad when I food gotten the bigger room. It's my father’s house. She was mad when I got tickets to see falling in reverse and she didn't. It's my birthday present.

I've known her for years. She tried putting glue in my water bottle in 2nd grade. In third grade she attempted to cut my hair while watching a movie in Mrs. Jilton's English class. When fourth grade came along I had started to hit puberty. I started having to wear a bra. She got jealous because her chest was so flat you'd swear it was curving inwards, that she stuffed a bra and wore it to school. Only to find out that we were having swimming day for gym and her "boobs" would get soggy.

The boys laughed at her to the point that she ran out of the swimming hall with little pieces of soaked wet tissue paper falling out of her bathing suit. Wasn't my fault her mother raised her to be a jealous brat.

So when the time came for me to start fifth grade she never quit. I joined student council. And was voted president. She tried to join but you had to have a lot of really good grades. I was smart and everyone knew it. I participated in UIL in sixth grade and placed third for spelling and math. In seventh grade she got a new bike, and my dad got me a motor scooter. It's not like it's my fault I have a wealthy family right?

I looked around. There was cobwebs and dirt everywhere. There was a loud noise and I jumped. It was Hope. She was at the door to my temporary new room. She looked devious. She had that suspicious look in her eye. “have you found your daddy yet? Probably not! He probably left you. I mean who would want such and ugly, immature little no good brat as a daughter." “I lunged at her. That was the last straw. I jumped at her and knocked her to the floor. "don't you ever do that again!" I said. " that's my father. He loves me. He wouldn't ever leave me." I slapped her hard. The sound rung through the entire barn. The horses started acting crazy.

The sound of the slap echoed through my ears. I was still mad. I hit her again. And again. And again until Caroline came out and screamed "stop, right now, stop you’re going to kill her!" I hadn't realized what I'd done. She was underneath me and her face was baboon butt red.

Caroline looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. "I've always hated you” she said. " how dare you hurt my mother." She pulled out her phone and acted as if she were calling the cops. I ran. I can remember how long I was running, I just ran until my feet had refused to move. Tears streaming down my face I climbed up my old tree house. It was secluded from the house, and they didn't know where it was. It was very hidden. You couldn't see it unless you knew what you were looking for.

I hoped that this would work as a good hide out spot because I really don't want assault charges. I was exhausted. Mentally and physically. My mind rambled on about everything that could go wrong with my plans at the dance . Soaking wet and ready for this day to end. I laid down on the bean bag chair and cried myself to sleep.

It wasn't until sometime the next morning that I woke up. I was jumpy and nervous. I looked around and didn't see anything. But then again you never know! With how sneaky Hope and her little spaz of a daughter Caroline are, I wouldn't put it past them to attempt to ruin my life.

I climbed down and didn't see anyone. My blue shirt was covered with dirt. I smelled horrible and my hair was a knotted mess. "dad where are you" I whispered. I needed him now more than ever and he was nowhere in sight. I walked around and looked for a place to sit for a while but I had no luck.

Out of nowhere a hand reached out and grabbed me. I didn't know who it was or what they wanted but I got scared. " let go of me!" I screamed. Someone put a cloth bag over my head. I couldn't see a thing. I tried to remember sounds. But that didn't work. My mind was to distressed to remember anything important like that. After a few minutes I fell unconscious.

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Brittany

“ Brittany come pickup your coat” mom called.” Be there in a minute” I hollered back. I’d been trying to reach Cassidy all day with no luck. I ran down stairs to get my coat, or my mom would throw a huge fit.

“Thanks mom, I got it,” I said while turning to head back up the stairs. Wait a minute she said, this came in the mail for you, it’s from your dad.

There was a long backstory on my dad; he left us when I was little. I had just turned 5 and he must have decided that my mother and I weren’t good enough, so he ran off and married emalina his new wife. I have six siblings, I never see them though. I can’t imagine what he could have sent me. It’s not like that’s going to make up for 9 lost years.

“Thanks mom, I said once again.” Ill open this in my room. “Alright, but dinners in five minutes.”