It's Christmas

Mr.Carlo ran back into the house.

"Sir, your car is ready."He announced

"Son, where are you going? You can't leave

the house, it's cold outside." She said,

approaching me with a blue scarf.

"I need to go out and clear my head,"I replied and she put the blue scarf around my neck.

"You should have worn a sweater," she

muttered.

"I am surprised, that he is wearing a tank

top," Luke added.

"Maybe not everyone likes wearing suits all the time," I replied, and walked out of the house with different bodyguards wearing black suits, running after me with Mr. Carlo. I hate it when these people follow me. It's like l don't have the right to go anywhere on my own, I can manage going out with Mr.

Carlo but not with these bodyguards.

They strive to go enter their cars.

"You guys can go, I am going alone." I

dismissed them, but Mr. Carlo refused to go

"What are you still doing here? Go!"I

declared, and he bowed slightly and walked

away.

The next day

"It's Christmas." Christmas is my favourite

holiday of the year. I love seeing the shinny

Christmas lights that decorate my street

and the sound of freshly fallen snow on the ground. Christmas reminds me of family, the laughter and love we shared,and the gifts we gave to each other. My house on Christmas became the center of my joy.

I woke up with a huge smile on my face, a heart full of joy, and my stomach barking. I can smell all the spices cooking downstairs .As soon as I got out of bed, I rushed down the stairs into the kitchen to see what my mom had prepared for us on this special day.We had a different variety of foods: turkey,stuffing,ham, and baked beans. And when the doorbell rang, I ran to open

the door.

It was my friend Gwen

"Merry Christmas." I beamed. "Merry Christmas, Cinderella, I can see you have eaten all the food without me." She whined, and I smirked.

We both walk to the couch, and my phone

rang.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Jennifer,"I muttered

"Where are you!!" she yelled at the top of her

lungs.

"Am I supposed to come to work today?"|

inquired.

"Get your ass here!" she snapped and hung

up.

"Who was that?" Gwen asked

"It's my boss. She wants me at work."

"Who goes to work on Christmas day?" she

asked with raised eyebrows.

"This girl," I said, walking to my room, and

she followed me.

My name is Cinderella Louis I am 25 years old, I have brown eyes with chestnut-brown hair and that smile a guy can kill for.When I smile, you will see dimples on my face,l am a photographer. I work for a famous

photographer, named Mrs. Jennifer. She is

strict with time; I hope she doesn't fire me.

I took a pair of jeans whose color was

already fading and a black shirt with a small

hole at the side......

Although I work as a photographer,I don't get much money to buy clothes or take care of myself, I spend my paycheck on house rent and food, and I don't have time to buy fancy things or dress up.

"You know, Cinderella; you should try applying make-up sometimes," Gwen mumbled, applying powder on her face. She was sitting on my bed with a mirror in her hand.

"I hate that thing It's so uncomfortable,I like

my face the way it is," I replied, smiling

widely as I struggled to put on my jeans.

"You don't know what you are missing. When I see you going to work or on the way, do you know why l ignore you when you call me?” She inquired while I put the shirt

on my head, I pulled the shirt down my body

and looked at her.

"I have noticed that but don't remember asking you." She always ignores me when we meet outside apart from home because she is my neighbor, l just felt she was not used to talking to people she knows outside when she is with her colleague because she is the shy type. She works as a banker.

She walked to me and stood in front of me, lifting her upper lip in disgust.

"See Cinderella,I ignore you because of the way

you dress. You dress like a girl who can't

take care of herself, always wearing ugly

clothes and no makeup." She said,putting

her hand in the hole in my shirt, which

made my face red,I removed her hand from

my clothes immediately.

"Hey, it's my life, my private life, I decide what I want to do with my life," I replied, backing her she doesn't know the expenses, I need to take care of, If I think of buying clothes, I won't be able to pay my house rent, I carried my bag from the bed and strive to leave when she held my hand.

"What do you want?" I asked,raising

questioning eyebrows.

"I was just advising you. Maybe that's one

of the reasons you are dating that

broke-ass." She stated bluntly. And I glared

at her.

"How dare you call my boyfriend, a broke-ass!" She smirked evilly as I stated with my lipspursed tightly.

"Because that is what he is," she said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Don't call him that," I said, clenching my fist .She continue talking while I walked out of the house,ignoring her, I hope my mum chases her out.

"Mum I am going!" I yelled. I knew she was

stiIl in her room.

"Bye,honey!" she exclaimed.

I choose the way I want to leave my life?

why does she care?

I closed the door and walked down the

street, I call a taxi and it drove me to the front of our company.

It's actually a big shop full of photos, cameras, and models coming to shoot pictures, and since it's Christmas,there will be a lot of customers, so my boss does only the professional snapping.......