Step-mother walked out dressed in tight, ripped jeans, black heels, a belly-button-revealing red sheer shirt with fishnet sleeves. Step-mother's zebra print bra could be clearly seen under it.
"STEP-MOTHER!" I gasped, appalled.
"Shut up, girl. It's for work," she snapped, and glared at Talan. "Shoo! Shoo!"
He gave her a weird look, winked, and then grabbed Anastasia's hand and pulled her out, too. I shook my head and took the trash I was carrying to the garbage bin. Step-mother was certainly a criminal-be it prostitute or robber.
I dawdled outside, wanting to eavesdrop on Anastasia and Talan. As I turned my head slightly to get a better view of them, I saw someone arrive with a package. I dropped the garbage in, brushed off my hands and went to hurry in, but Drizella beat me to it. As I washed my hands, Drizella appeared. "New clothes. Aren't you jealous, scum?"
Oh god. Drizella seemed to have copied her mother-only ten times worse. Black knee-high high heeled boots, black thigh-high tights, skimpy, belted red leopard spotted shorts and a similar top to her mother. Except that Drizella also wore black gloves that reached just past her elbows.
"Why," I said, laughing, "Are you such a whore?"
She just scowled at me and returned to our room to change.
I opened the window slightly, letting a cool breeze wash over my face. I found that I could hear Anastasia and Talan fairly well, so I marched up to the window and watched them. If they turned around and saw me, what would I care?
They were seated cross legged next to each other. Anastasia was smiling. She looked so much happier and brighter, now. There was a content gleam in her eyes, a shining I hadn't seen before. Anastasia was smiling blissfully, and placed her hand over Talan's. They faced each other and grinned. They started watching the stars, and whenever they saw a shooting star they made each other wish for something. At one point, Talan leaned over and started whispering into Anastasia's ear, but his voice was so carrying that I could still hear.
"Anastasia, babe, I'm sorry about before... It was just so infuriating having you younger than me, and I felt such a deep lust for you... I was immature and rude, I know. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" Talan said.
Anastasia turned to him, her lip quivering. "Of course I do, sweetie. But," she said, and her voice turned throaty and mischievousness, "I get what you mean about lust."
They started making out. Eugh.
I closed the window and turned just in time to find Drizella marching towards me, all dressed in new duds. "Get out of here, loser, so I can work out. Now that I'm an adult, I can be a full time criminal, like ma," Drizella boasted. Okay, so my step-mother was indeed a criminal.
Drizella was wearing short green shorts, red leg warmers, green gloves, sunglasses, and a green tie-up plaid cowboy shirt. Slut... I cuddled Lucifer and brushed his matted fur out. When I finished, Lucifer darted to the door. I walked open and opened it. Outside were two adorable kittens and their mommy. My heart melted as they walked inside.
"Are you guys strays?" I cooed as Lucifer chatted with mommy. I bent down to the smallest one, which had two white paws, orange-beige fur and the cutest face I'd ever seen. "Who's the widdle cutie? Who's the widdle cutie?" I went on like this, my hands on my thighs as I awed at it.
I picked up the little motorboat, and he started purring. "You are so cute," I whispered, holding him up to my face. I noticed momma approaching me so I put down her baby. But then the other one, who had the same markings as its mother, approached me, so couldn't help but bend down and pet its head. "Who's dah widdle boo-boo?" I said, picking it up and stroking its head. The kitten closed its eyes, started purring, and smiled at me. "I want to adopt you..." I said, kissing its head before I set it down.
Lucifer walked between my legs and sniffed the mother's nose, then ran back around the corner. Mommy looked at me, seemed to nod, so I opened the door and let the meowing threesome leave. I hoped they would be okay. They were a little too tame, after all.
After that day, Talan visited quite a bit. One day I even caught him climbing out of step-mother's bed, dressed in his pajamas! Although one would think that this increase in visits would boost our relationship, it did only the opposite. I learned Talan's schedule and planned around them, shopping or working odd jobs whenever he came by. If Talan dropped by for the random visit, I would go have coffee with Becky. Becky wasn't doing the best, and was looking more tired than normal. Even her hair seemed to have lost it's punk attitude.
It was the day of graduation, and Talan had slept over. He had stayed in my bed and I had gone over to Becky's. I think that step-mother just gave up when it came to the subject of her daughters.
I opened the door of my room to find Talan reading on my bed. Weirdo.
As Talan climbed down, chest out, Drizella stirred. "Whozat? What's there?" she said, climbing out of bed. Her nightclothes consisted of yellow tights, a black slip, and an eye mask with stars on it.
"Ssh, go back to bed," I said softly. I noticed Talan eyeing Drizella as her nightie slipped up her legs. I glared at him and he gave me a not-so-innocent smile.
"Well, Cinderella, if you could leave, I need to change into my day clothes," Talan said, sneering.
"Why can't you go into the bathroom," I said with a sigh.
Talan shrugged. "Drizella's going back to sleep, it doesn't matter." He shut the door in my face. Creep. Oh how I hated him now. A few minutes later, I knocked on the door.
"Are you done in there? Or are you trying to rape Drizella or something?"
Talan opened the door, laughing. "Rape Drizella? Oh, you're still as cute as ever, Cinderella," he doubled over with laughter. I glared at him. I glared at his ridiculous puffy blue vest, and his ridiculous flame t-shirt atop his ridiculous long sleeved white shirt. "Well, I'll be seein' ya at grad, I guess. Ciao."
I rolled my eyes.
I sat down to eat a sandwich, but couldn't finish it-I was so nervous. When I got up to wash my dishes, though, the sink broke. I didn't have time to fix it, unfortunately, but I got a mini-shower. I went into the bathroom to fix my face, hair, and even put on a bit of makeup.
As I walked in to put on my grad clothes, I also woke up Drizella since she was still sleeping. "Anastasia's out eating cake in her underwear. Grab a sandwich I made. Also, we just got a new coffee machine, so you can make some of that if you're really desperate for energy."
Our new coffee machine was red and automatic, with little example packages to help get us started. I hadn't had any coffee yet, for fear of getting addicted and dependent, but some mornings I was severely tempted.
I took out my robes and studied them. How exactly did they work? I heard a shriek and ran out it time to see Anastasia, dressed in her robe and hat, being showered with confetti, seeming to appear out of nowhere. Now I was seeing things!
"I just put this on, and this happened!" Anastasia said, giggling. Drizella, excited, pulled her nightie over her head and threw on her robe.
"It's not doing anything!" she said, frustrated.
"Oh, your hat too!" I said, and helped her put in on. At once, confetti rained down over Drizella's head. I stuck my hand out, but the confetti blew away from my hand, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't touch them, as if there was a bubble over my hand.
"Your turn, Cinderella!" Anastasia said, excited. I ran to our room, where I had left my robe, and pulled it on, then the hat. I was immediately covered in confetti, and as I reached my hand out I found that I could touch the confetti. I grabbed a piece and put it in my pocket as the rest fell to the ground.
We called a taxi, knowing that it was finally time-time to graduate. I got in the front with the driver, of course. Anastasia was smiling the whole time, and looked kind of pretty. Drizella on the other hand was sour looking and barely spoke the whole way. I wondered if she was on her period again.
We got to our school, where step-mother was there to meet us. Another boy, who I couldn't recognize from the back, was going into our school with his mother and brother, also in his graduating robe. It was all very exciting. I glanced at my step-sisters. As we walked in, we reached out, squeezed each other's hands and let go again before anyone we knew could see us. We smiled at each other and continued forth.
The graduating ceremony was truly amazing. Each and every kid was allowed to talk for up to two minutes, if they liked, so it took a bit longer, but it was worth it. It brought tears everyone's eyes as their friends called out things like, "I love my friends, like so and so" or in my case, "...and a shout-out to my beautiful best friend who I love so much, Cinderella!" Also, most kids got a title as a kind of "Most likely to..." Drizella was valedictorian, so she gave a large speech at the end which brought everyone to tears, hands slamming together in praise. Drizella was voted most likely to take over the world (so true), while Anastasia was voted most likely to become a millionaire.
I was voted "Most Likely to Burn Down Their Own House." Yes, my little fire incident hadn't gone unnoticed. It might have it Anastasia and Drizella hadn't told everyone in the entire school. "Guys," I had said in my speech as they announced the title, "It was one time! But if it ever did happen, at least I get to meet some cute firefighters, right?" The crowd had laughed heartily at that.
There were lots of tears, but we all told each other that we'd see each other at the ball, anyway, so it didn't matter.
As we emerged from the school, officially graduated, we cheered. I whooped. Anastasia hip-hoorayed. Drizella whistled. Each of us threw our diploma in the air, smiling like mad. Drizella had achieved a 98 average. I had gotten a 93 average. Anastasia had scraped by with a 70 average.
We were graduated. We were adults. We were mature.
We were free.
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