Our shitty romance; my Cinderella story.

Samantha: My story begins on a cloudy night when lightning flashed dangerously across the sky, rain poured down angrily, and darkness clouded my whole vision. I was drowning in the water, and nobody was able to hear my screams and call for help. I could feel my hands and feet shaking nonstop from the cold. Help help!! I screamed out desperately, praying and shouting for someone to come liberate me, but no one did. "Is this how I'm going to end?" I whispered lowly to myself, already drowning. I could feel the ocean water entering my mouth. But suddenly I saw a very bright light, and a ray of hope washed over me as I saw a man dressed in white. His face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He was riding on a white horse and coming towards me. Can a horse float on water? I thought to myself. Finally, help is here. My night in shining armor! It looks like I won't be dying today, hurrah! "My lovely miss, are you OK?" He asked me with so much care and love, slowly caressing my face like I was the most precious thing he had ever held. Oh God, he was so handsome. "Thank you for saving me, kind sir!" I said to him, "In appreciation, take this kiss and my heart; they are forever yours." I brought my lips up close to kiss those soft, full pink lips of his. My eyes closed, and so did his, but instead of a kiss on my lips, I felt drops of water splash on my face, and I was jolted back to reality. I was drooling on my pillow. Reality sucks! I groaned both from irritation and frustration, and I rubbed my eyes from the sun entering my room. Where's my Prince Charming? "Don't go! Come back and kiss me, damn it!" I shouted angrily at no one in particular. My best friend gave me a crazy look, like I had finally lost it, and she's one step away from calling a mental institution to take me. "Sam, who are you talking to?" she asked. "Don't tell me it's one of those stupid dreams about your knight in shining armor coming to rescue you from your evil sister." I ignored her statement, feeling embarrassed, knowing full well she was right. It's not like it's the first time she's seen me talking in my sleep; I don't know why she's still asking anyway! How dare she interrupt my dream? I was this close to getting that kiss; why did she have to wake me up just now? I gave her a death stare and lazily stood up from the bed. I brushed past her into my bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, and I used a towel to wipe my face. All this while still fantasizing about the dream and what it would have felt like to kiss my prince charming, letting out a smile as I thought about it! I walked out of the bathroom and back to my room, where Angela was already sitting around, waiting patiently. I forgot to say she was an early bird while I was a morning dragon, but somehow we were best friends. The only friend I've ever had since my teen days "Have you prepared for your interview today that you're supposed to be attending by ten o'clock?" I gave her the look that says, "What the hell are you talking about?" She hit her head, like she knew I would always forget. "What would you do without me, Sam?" She boasted, making me roll my eyes at her, but she continued. "Sammy, don't tell me you forgot about your interview by 10 a.m." Her hands were on her waist in disappointment. Now that I think about it, I now remember that I have been looking for a job since forever, and nobody wanted to hire me again, all thanks to my evil sister, who always has a way of messing things up for me. Please don't ask me her name. My evil sister Chole has made it her number one mission to destroy my life and ruin everything for me ever since my dad got married to her mother. She sleeps with everything that moves; that includes my past bosses, ex-boyfriends, some of my teachers, and even my pet dog. OK, that last part was a lie, but trust me, she's capable so long as it makes me sad; she doesn't give a f*ck. But you get what I mean; she's a walking, breathing w***e. I hate that girl, but I don't have the guts to do something horrible to her, like some sort of revenge. Maybe I should bury her on the beach at night. I just hope she doesn't steal this job from me, or should I say sleep this job from me. You get the joke because she sleeps with the bosses. "Don't tell me you spaced out again." I gave her a sheepish smile in return, knowing she was right, and went to my closet to pick out my clothes. "You are lucky that I came early to wake you, so be fast; you have to sneak out of the house before your stepmother and that evil witch of a sister appear." You see why I said my story is shitty, if you haven't already guessed it, or if you have, any other way I will tell you. My mom died giving birth to me, and then my father couldn't care for me alone because of his business, so he decided to marry a second wife to look after me, making her my stepmother. But now that this is my supposed stepmother, she couldn't have a son. No, it has to be cliché. She has an evil daughter, making her my stepsister, who for no reason hates me with passion, but trust me when I tell you that the feeling was mutual. "You are right, Angela. Thank you so much, my best friend; I really don't know what I'll do without you." She laughed at me but hugged me in return. I went back to the bathroom to have the fastest shower of my life. I wrapped my towel around my body and hair and walked to my closet to see some formal clothes already arranged on the bed. "As your one and only best friend, I have already picked out your clothes for today, so go put on your undies and get ready fast; you have thirty minutes more or you will be late, then I will do a simple make-up on your face to bring out those gorgeous blue eyes of yours, you know, just in case you finally find your prince charming." She wiggled her eyebrows mockingly at me. I glared at her, then gave her a big, fat kiss on her cheek, knowing how much she hated it. Her face turned to disgust, and she wiped her cheek. I just laughed at her reaction. I wore a black pencil skirt that was a little bit tight and hugged my buttocks a little too much. I wanted to change it, but Angela insisted it was perfect, so I paired it with a white V-neck blouse and a black heel. I looked hot! Very hot!! _______________ 20 minutes later. "Hey, I'm done." "With this face of yours, I'm very sure Mr. DiCaprio and every other man out there will be falling at your feet." "Angela I want to blend in with the crowd, not stand out, and besides, what if Mr. DiCaprio is some old man?" I'm looking for a prince charming, not some sugar daddy," I told her worriedly. I wasn't my sister, who can sleep with anything that walks, breathes, or eats. I am sure she has a lot of sugar. How can she afford her fake lifestyle? I was shy, but that didn't mean I didn't love a little bit of attention; "nope," I wasn't like my stepsister, who behaves like a parasite who can't do without attention. "Sam, "I didn't do anything much; I only enhanced the beauty God has given you, and trust me, Mr. DiCaprio is far from old." She gave me a mirror to prove her point, and I looked at the mirror in appreciation. The make-up she did was only a blue eyeshadow to make my blue eyes pop out, a mascara to make my eyelashes look like they were fixed, and finally her signature nude lip stick for the finishing touch. I dare say I looked beautiful. "Thank you so much, Angel." "Don't thank me; thank your mother's genes." She winked at me through the mirror, and I couldn't help but laugh at her antics. "Get that sexy ass of yours, girl; we have a job to get and a boss to seduce." We both stood up, ready to leave. I laughed at her, like she really thinks I'm ready to date somebody after what my evil sister did. There's no way I'm getting hooked up with any guy anytime soon. We both tiptoed quietly out of my house towards Angela's car to avoid any confrontations from both my stepmother and stepsister. I let out the breath I had been holding all along and tried to be comfortable by holding Angela's hands. I tend to hold someone's hands when I'm nervous. The drive was so fast that I didn't even realize we were already at Leonardo DiCaprio's building. "Good luck! Sam "I'm sure you can do it—even if you don't get the job, get the man," she told me with an encouraging smile as I came out of the car. I gave her a nervous smile in return, ignoring her words, and watched as she drove off before proceeding into the building. Here goes nothing.