Romeo and Cinderella
"When I visited the neighboring country, I happened to see a young girl walking in the city, with her sweet voice and smiling face. I was foolish enough at the time and fell in love at first sight." Is what I told her a long time ago.
My name is Xerxes Odell, I'm sixteen, and I'm in the depths of despair right now. I really don't want to talk about it, so I won't. I'm the average boy, nice home, annoying parents, lots of friends, and good grades. I have black hair and when it's in the light, some strands are purple. I'm a little taller than the other students, but I'm as thin as any of them. I usually wear basic clothing, nothing too 'fancy' or 'over the edge' like other people. Well, I guess that's it really. Let's get on with the story, shall we?
I was walking down the sidewalk, listening to the cars pass by. It was about ten o' clock at night, and I was walking home from one of my 'friends' house. There was a slight breeze coming every once and while. As I was walking, I would quickly look at a house and then another, seeing if anyone I know was in there (so I can possibly sleep over).
One house got my attention. It was the at the end of the street. It was bigger than all the others and also thicker than them. I stared at it for a moment.
Do I know anyone there? I thought. I tried to remember all the people I know, and what their address was. Who ever lives there must have just moved there. I was tempted to knock on the door and meet the new people. I would feel like a fool though if was anyone I know. Like Harmony or an old person. Now, I've done that before and it was pretty awkward. Just saying. I decided to head there during my walk. I still looked at some of the houses passing by, but the at end still caught my attention more than the others.
When I got there, I just kept staring at the window. It was actually pretty high up there. I thought about how long it would take to use a ladder to climb up there. I was paying much attention to where I walking so I ended up bumping into something and falling over like an idiot.
"Ow..." I said, gripping my left arm. I scratched most of the side, and it was bleeding quite a bit for a smiple trip-and-fall. I looked behind me and my heart skipped a beat.
"Ow..." There was girl sitting on the ground, mostly likely because I walked into her. She was wearing ripped jeans and a shirt splattered with paint. Her hair was blond with maybe brown highlights. When she opened her eyes, her cheeks began to turn pink. "Oh, did I trip you!? I'm so sorry!" She slowly looked down at my arm and her eyes got big. "Oh my! Come inside, I'll help clean it up!" I was at lost for words. I just followed her in.
When I first walked in, there was a bunch of doors going to all these different rooms that I thought they were a foster family (but they weren't). She gently grabbed my wrist and showed me the way to the bathroom. As we were walking, I stayed quite. I looked at all these paintings and decorations on the way there.
Someone likes to paint pictures... I thought to myself. We stepped into the bathroom (it was average size, by the way) and she told me put some water on it. As I did as she said, I watched her pull out some gauze rap out. She looked like she was fifteen years old. Maybe she was going to turn sixteen soon, I don't really know. She made sure the scratches were clean and carefully wrapped the gauze rap around my arm.
"Um, thank you." I said, moving my arm without hurting. I looked up at her. "What's you name?" I asked. She gave me a small smile.
"Cressida. It's nice to meet you." She told me. Her eyes were sky blue, with specks of silver. They looked...what's the word? I'm just going to say it looks cool (I know, not the best words to describe it, but again, I was at lost with words.
"I'm Xerxes." I said with a grin. I was about to ask her a few questions, but I heard foot steps from up stairs, so I stopped and listened.
"Cressida!" I heard a girl about my age yell. "Where are you and what are doing!? Are you fooling around in there?" I gave her a quick glance and she had a worried look on her face.
"I'm really sorry, but your going to have to leave." She said in a whisper. She opened the door and opened it. "Go, before she sees you!" I didn't know what that meant, why couldn't I stay for one more minute or two? I didn't even know her last name! But I obeyed and ran towards the door and left.
I want to know who she is and why did she want me to leave? I thought. She could have told the other girl that I got hurt outside and she helped me...
I sighed and walked towards the side walk. I stopped when I heard someone yelling. I took one step at a time, listening to what they we yelling about.
"What are you doing in there!?" A girl yelled. I don't mean to be mean, but the who was yelling kind of sounded like a bitch. Not trying to be mean, I'm just saying.
"Um..." Cressida said quitely. "I-I was just grabbing a rag. I-I'm sorry, Rebecca." Then there was an a silence.
"Okay," I heard the girl say. "But make sure you clean the kitchen counters later, okay?" After that, I heard a door slam and laughter from that other girl.
I hope Cressida's okay...
I started to walk back to the side walk and went towards my house. During the way there, I began to think.
Maybe I'll speak to her tomorrow. Or maybe I'll talk to her at school. Yeah, I'll do one of those two ideas.
When I got home, I went straight up to my room, avoiding my parents on the way up there. I wrote down on a piece of paper Cressida's name and put it on the wall. I wanted to see her again so badly. I grabbed my clothes out of my closet and put them on my dresser for the morning. Then I got changed for bed, even though I couldn't sleep that night.
I grabbed my iPod, picked a random song, and closed my eyes.
Cressida... I thought. May I speak with you again? After awhile, I finally drifted off into a deep sleep.
Okay, now since that's done and over with, I'd like to say thanks for reading and that I'm feeling ill. So I might start typing while relaxing.
This is one side of two. Xerxes will be one book, then Cressida in another. Just saying. XD
Will Xerxes see Cressida again? Will she even remember him? Find out on the next part of Romeo and Cinderella!
Please vote and comment! I want to know how to make this better :D Peace!
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Romeo and Cinderella (in editing)Teen Fiction
You know the stories about Romeo and Juliet, and Cinderella, right? What would happen if Cinderella was Juliet instead? Cressida is the Cinderella in this case. She has a mother that hates her and two spoiled sisters. Xerxes is Romeo. He had recent...