Cinderella's Shoe

Chapter 4: Welcome To Hell, Enjoy Your "Pleasant" Stay

Chapter 4: Welcome To Hell, Enjoy Your "Pleasant" Stay

Ariel.

As much as I was enjoying my time in the forest and in my Japanese maple tree, I had to go. It was time for me to go to my next version of hell. If someone ever asked me to choose which one was worse without saying both, I wouldn't know how to answer them. There wouldn't even be any choice about it to make- they're both equally terrible and a similar version of Hell.

I groaned in disgust to myself. I was quite tired today, as I have just had to run like six miles to get to my favourite spot as an escape route away from reality and I didn't get enough sleep last night. As per usual. And I have to get to school in twenty minutes through a two mile run. But who knows, one day I could possibly be saved from this hell.

Note the sarcasm I used. Since I highly doubt I'll ever be saved from hell. I don't feel a connection to my mate like all wolves are supposed to feel. Not that I'd tell anyone about it. Freya would laugh so hard because it means she'd be able to keep me as an imprisoned slave forever. That connection being non-existent

I definitely wasn't looking forward to today. Coping on a Monday was not something I was particularly good at. Monday meant the start of a new week, meaning five more days until I had freedom- if you could even call it that. Today was a Monday. A Monday. A REALLY STUPID, MOTHER-f*****g SHITTY DAY WHERE I HAVE TO DEAL WITH SOME OF THE SHITTIEST, MOST f*****g ANNOYING SLUTS EVER!

Fan-f*****g-tastic.

Apologies for the swearing above, but in case you didn't notice- I f*****g hate Mondays. But I f*****g love cursing. It helps me lose some steam. It makes my life. Cursing helps me lose myself a little bit and I can deal with stuff a lot better like pain management.

Cursing is love. Cursing is life. That's what I say really.

The only good thing about school really is that I get to see my best friends after an ever-lasting weekend of gruesome torture. Allow me to explain about the group of people who help me throughout my difficult life, the people who make it their very own mission to make me laugh fifty times a day, the people who I look forward to seeing, the people who make life worth living, the apples to my eyes (noting every piece of sarcasm)- the people who I call my best friends:

Matt is an overprotective sort of guy. To me, he acts like the nosy older brother I never had. Which sounds bad for Isaac, but it's true. He has always been there for me, especially when Isaac never was. He was the one who fought off the guys who tried to hit on us, he was always the one that protected me and walked me home when it was dark. Matt was more like a brother and a father to me than anyone ever was. His mate is extremely lucky, he has the body of a small Adonis, with gorgeous bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair.

Ella is one of the most amazing, sweet, kind, caring and the gentlest, most amazing girl that anyone could ever meet. Yes, she can be a little insane at times, but all in all, she's a great friend. If I had to choose her or a million dollars, I would choose her. To me, she is like a million dollars. We will always be friends for life, we planned weddings for each other and s**t about our lives once they were improved. She has stunning, naturally platinum blonde hair and beautiful light brown eyes with a petite figure.

Alice is one of my crazy, psycho friends that I have the pleasure of sharing many common interests with. She tells these random jokes, she always has a joke of the day for us. She makes them up or finds them, but I swear she must spend hours researching them or something. Maybe one day she'll be a comedienne or something.

Seren is actually one of the only sane people I know. She is a total daddy's girl, but she told us that she hates being spoiled so much and so very often too. She isn't an only child. She has an older brother too, but he's already left school. I remember when I first met him. He holds a strong, grumpy look a lot, but really he's a big old sweetheart teddy bear underneath for his mate Laura. That's the sort of attitude I would be for my mate, and what I thought my mate would be like for me if I ever had one.

Amethyst... Amethyst is... Quite quiet. She doesn't talk much, but she laughs along with us at the random jokes Alice comes up with or finds on the internet. Somehow, I keep managing to notice that something seems odd about her. Her smile never seemed real, it seemed like it was false. I have been meaning to ask her about it, but I keep forgetting to since I have to deal with a lot of things and often get sidetracked with chores when I think about asking her. We never talk about wolf things or our childhoods to each other, because she just goes quiet.

Ashley is my fiery redhead friend. Like me, she loves swearing and cussing her ass off. It doesn't get us in too much trouble, just enough that we get a few warnings and then a detention for it. We bonded immediately after meeting, and it's like we are long lost twin personality sisters who were separated at birth. Like me, she just loves to insult the most annoying people our year- especially the slut known as Jessica. And entering the school grounds and the doors like a tired, overworked queen, I came face to face with one stupid b***h.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is."

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.

Oh, Moon Goddess, I hate you. Why, why on this earth did you have to make a total bitchy werewolf? Couldn't you have done it on another planet? One that actually is known for the ugly, bitchy alien wolves who obviously have no brains at all? Oh, right, that's supposed to be this planet apparently.

It's way too early for me to be evil to more than one b***h.

"Hello, bitch." I looked behind her to see a random boy trailing after her with lust in his eyes and sporting a clear erection. Human. "I see you've got yourself another fucktoy. Human, too. It would be a shame if someone chopped his d**k off like Derek-"

Mentioning Derek gave me an instant slap in the face, her manicured nails scratching my cheek, sending me into the floor. That impact would leave a few bruises soon enough. Not very pretty ones either. Ouch. But it's not like I didn't know what bruises felt like from before.