I'm Not Cinderella

C H A P T E R 1

Chapter 1:

"Candice! Candice, wake up!" I found Brenda wobbling me until I was awake.

"What.Is.Going.On?!" I rubbed my eyes then yawned, nearly shouting the interrogation.

"Shhh.. Look who's here." She went out of sight, and then I saw this guy.

With this, such questions began to swirl within my brain. Who is that?

Then I looked at my right, there was an oxygen tank beside my bed. A feminine stranger handed this guy a wooden guitar. And I was worried. Who were they? Some part of these.. wait, HOSPITAL SERVICES?

Then he started hitting notes. I never thought it would sound so romantic and sweet.

Oh look at his blue eyes. They sparkle gloriously along with his sublime smile. He looked straight at me and started to sing.

(Speak with your tongue tied,

I know that you're tired

But I just want to know,

Where you want to go,

I may be sad, But I'm not weak,

This situation is bleak

And your puffy eyes never lie,

Your tears come from inside.)

What is this guy singing? Who is he? Why am I here? I looked at him. Just look how exquisite his golden hair was, and how perfect he was with his complete set of teeth.

(Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer

I guess that yesterday's not good enough for you,

You know that I hate this song,

You know that I hate this song

Because it was written for you.)

Oh these dragons that flutter within my stomach. Why could the feels be so intense? His voice sends shivers down my spine.

(Drown your fears with me

I'm feeling real sorry)

Wait, what? SORRY? Wait, is he the guy who hit me with his car yesterday!?

Sheesh it could be him. His eyes apparently proves me though. Those were the pair of eyes that I last laid my eyes on to. But look at that! I wasn't even possessing such anxiety. But still his effort showed his conscience.

"There must be a big mistake here." I whispered, conversing my sentence to Brenda who was at my left.

"Ahuh? Of course there was. Yesterday Tristen hit you with his race car. Such an idiosyncratic kid!" A girl joined the conversation, silencing that so-called-Tristen with his song.

"I told you, baby, I didn't mean to! And I'm sorry! I swear I wouldn't be car-racing without your permission anymore," -he snifled a snicker- "I know this is preposterous, singing a nearly-romantic song to a stranger. But I swear! This wouldn't happen ever again." He gripped her arms then pressed his lips against hers, not minding what Brenda and I were thinking.

Looks like this guy is sincere. But wow
! Seeing them kissing feels weird.

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Author's Note:

Heya, reader! I know this is still Chapter 1. I know it's a bad start. But I swear I'd do better. The next chapter would be much better. I promise you! :)

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~Tiaras and Butterflies,

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