May 11th (Tuesday)

Yo, wassup journal. Yea I know it's the same day and I'm writing for the second time inside you. But I want to, so sue me.

Anyways. Me and Cinderella are trying to become friends and guess what, this family has a library the size of one of the wings of the White House. Yea. That big.

Are you wondering what I'm doing here? No? Well I'll tell you anyway, because screw it. Cinderella had to run another errand for her wicked step mother, poor girl. 

But I bet you fifty bucks she's with her boyfriend. Hey, I'm not jealous, I just want to meet this guy and see his character. He better not break her. Wait......why do I care about this, I only met the girl like one day ago; and it was for five seconds....

What the fuck is wrong with me. (Sighs mentally) 

Yea continuing, she went "out" and I have to wait here for the pizza. She promised to come back....that's what Cinderella said when she left for the ball; oh would ya look at that midnight.

Fuck this. Why do I care? Why, Jackson, why!

Just get it on with one of her step sisters, I used to like those types.....now....

I should really stop tryna change the topic. Sorry, I have a small attention span. 

So, I began to explore this mansion of a house. (DING DONG)

Hey, you hear that, it's reality check. Naw, it's the doorbell. Gotta go, journal. Bye.

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I ran through the long hallways trying to get to the front door. I opened it expecting the pizza guy, but saw Cinderella instead. 

"Uh, hey. Sorry, I forgot my keys so I couldn't unlock the door." she said and looked down shyly.

"You came back." I muttered under my breath, finding a small smile playing at my lips. 

"Of course I did, I wouldn't miss this, I said I would come back and I did." she said, smiling. I closed the door after she walked in and breathed in to say something when the doorbell rang again. 

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck and opening the door for the pizza guy. He came in a placed the pizza on the nearest table and turned to us for money. 

Isabella started to look in her pocket and took out a few crumpled five dollar bills. She stretched her hand out but I put it down with mine. 

She gave me a confused looked and I gave my money to the guy and he left. 

Just as I closed the door she asked. "Why didn't you let me pay?" 

"Guys pay on dates, not girls." I said. She looked at me widening her pretty blue-green. 

I stared back at her furrowing my eyebrows. What?, I thought. 

I suddenly realized I called this a "date" which I would gladly call this. Wait what? Shut up, Jackson.

"No, no this isn't a "date" I said air quoting with fingers. 

"This is a....a..get together...for some dinner..yea.." I said and furrowed my eyebrows to what I just say. I sound like an idiot. You do, Jack. I do. See, we all agree.

My thoughts were broken when I looked at Isabella who was smiling widely. 

"What?" I asked, feeling my palms getting sweaty. Yuck. 

I quickly wiped it on my jeans.

"Nothing, your just.....funny, I guess." she said and shrugged, not letting that pretty smile fall off her face. She took the box and I went to the kitchen to get some soda. 

We sat in the living room. She waited for me and sat staring at the ground, leaning on the sofa cushions. 

"You look really tired and hungry, when is the last time you ate?" I asked. 

"Th-this morning.." she stuttered. She whipped her eyes away from my contact. Your lying, I thought.

"What did you eat, this morning" I asked, skeptically. 

"Uh..an..apple..and..water." she said pausing slightly after every word. She played with her watch . 

I opened the box and let the aroma fill my nostrils. I took one out and handed it to her. 

"No, it's only fair you have the first slice." she said, pushing my hand back towards myself. 

I chuckled. "You look like a zombie from World War Z. Now eat up, my little munchkin." I joked and pushed it back to her. 

"Are you the evil witch that will fatten me up and eat me." she asked, amusement in her tired eyes. 

I smiled. "Eat." She shrugged but ate the pizza. Her first bite was like she hasn't seen food for a month. 

What the hell. She lives in a fucking mansion, she can eat whatever she wants....can she?

"Why don't you eat?" I asked, full of concern. I hope she wasn't anorexic or on a diet. Either way, I'm against both. 

"Um...I wasn't hungry." she said, holding her second slice, which was half eaten. 

"Cinderella don't lie to me." I told her.

She sighed. "Promise not to tell."

"I swear on your fairy godmother wand." I said, jokingly, remembering the story of Cinderella. 

She chuckle but frowned again and looked away. 

"My step mother wont let me eat. She says I'm wasting precious food for them and that it was a mistake I even  exist. She also says how my mom was a slut and only loved father for his money." she said with rage at the last part.

"What the fuck. Why would she say that, she has no right to. Tell your dad." I said. What kind of fucking mother, (not even mother) say that to their kid. I mean a human being can't be so vile.

"My dad loves her; it'll only sound as if I want attention. She doesn't love my dad, she married him for money." Isabella said with a heartbroken look. Shit, I made the girl sad. Give a round of applause to Jackson; the stupidest motherfucker on this planet.

"Hey, hey, listen." I said, cheering the mood up. "Your fairy godmother will come." I said jokingly. 

"Please don't tell." she said with a slight smile. 

"I wouldn't drop that glass slipper even if you'd kill me." I said, smiling. Me and my corny jokes. You should really shut up before she backs away from you, thinking your an idiot. 

"Your not an idiot, you're really sweet and funny." she said. Shit, I voiced my thoughts.

I smiled and bit my lip, looking down. You can't have her dumb ass; she already found her prince charming.....

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