A Not-So Cinderella Story

When I felt like I was being swept off my feet in a Cinderella story, someone had to be there to drop me, right?
Let's backtrack a little.
Cher Topman. A simple name for a complex girl like me. I'm an orphan at a little orphanage in London, but don't be fooled. Just because it's in London doesn't mean that it's extravagant.
When a rich American single woman makes the fatal decision to adopt me and take me back to America, my life is turned upside down by some people I never thought I'd meet.


9. Central Park.

I breath in the fresh air and sit down on the warm grass. It's probably the last warm day of the year, being early November. I pull out a sketchpad from my bag and some black pens. Let's give drawing a shot. 

I look around the park and think about what I should draw. Should I draw something I can see around me or something I remember? Then it hits me. I know what to draw. 

I hunch over my sketchpad and start working on it. I watched some kid in my other school work on his pen drawings during class, so I try and recreate how he started his drawings with the tracings. 

After about 45 minutes of a good start on my drawing, and I must say, it looked pretty good, I started to feel weird. Like someone was watching me. 

Before I realize it, hands cover my eyes and I scream. I then hear a familiar laugh.

"Justin!" I scream and laugh at the same time.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't mean to scare  you, but that was pretty funny," he throws his head back and laughs like a little kid, which causes me to laugh.

"How did you know I was here?" I ask.

"Haylee told me you might be here. What are you working on?" he asks. I close the sketchpad.

"I'm trying to figure out if I can draw or not," I laugh.

"Can you?" he asks.

"I'll let you know," I smile.

"Can I see it?" he asks.

"Not until I'm done," I say and put the sketchpad back in my bag. 

"You know, a phone call would be a bit easier than scaring me to death," I laugh.

"What? Phones are so overrated," he laughs.

"How long have you been here?" I ask.

"About 20 minutes," he answers.

"Want to walk around?" I ask and put my bag around my arm.

"Of course," he says and links arms with me, taking large strides and walking awkwardly. which I find absolutely hilarious. We soon come to a bunch of kids playing tag around the park, and one of them tags Justin, thinking he's in the game. Justin then tags me and I look at him with my jaw dropped.

"Sorry, no tag backs," he smiles and dashes away from me. I then start chasing one of the little kids and end up tagging him, and the game continues with Justin and me included. Soon, all of the kids get tired and  sit in a circle, drinking juice boxes.

"So, what's your name?" a little girl asks me.

"Cher. What's yours?" I smile.

"I'm Jane. What about you?" she asks Justin. Huh, my middle name is Jane.

"I'm Justin," he laughs and another little girl squeals.

"I knew it was you Justin! I can't believe you're here when you're on my sister's wall!" she gasps.

"Really? What's your sister's name?" he asks her.

"Delilah," she answers.

"Well you can tell Delilah I said hi," he smiles.

"What about you guys?" I ask the boys in the group.

"I'm Drew," one of them says.

"I'm Jayden," the other says.

"Well, you guys are really good at tag," Justin says.

"Are you Justin's princess?" Jane asks me.

"What do you mean?" I laugh.

"Are you going to get married?" The other girl asks and I just blush. Drew and Jayden start to sing, "Justin and Cher sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage!" I blush even more and Justin ushers the little kids to the middle of the circle.

"Shh, don't tell her my plan," he says softly and the kids laugh.

"Do you guys have girlfriends?" I tease. Jayden laughs and refuses while Drew blushes deep red.

"Drew has a girlfriend! Drew has a girlfriend!" Jayden laughs, pointing at Drew. We then break up the group to get away from the teasing. I take Drew off to the side.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," I laugh.

"Yes I do. I like Jane," he whines.

"Really? Well, you should tell her. Love is best when noticed," I smile. He nods and slowly walks over to her, pulling what seems like a wrapped ring pop out of his pocket. I can't hear what they're saying, but he's talking to her and she's giggling. She takes the ring pop, says something and gives him a hug. She then grabs his hand and they run away, swinging their arms and skipping. He turns around and gives me a thumbs up with his other hand and I smile back.

Then I realize something.

Justin is my Drew and I'm his Jane. 

My thoughts get interrupted when Justin asks me if I'm ready to keep walking. I nod.

"Man those kids were cute," Justin laughs.

"They remind me of the kids back home," I smile at the memory. 

"What kids?" he asks. 

"Nevermind. Just neighborhood kids," I lie. We keep walking until it starts to get dark and for the first time ever, today I didn't care one bit about time. It all flew by.

Time does funny things when you're falling in love.

Did I just say that? No I didn't. I couldn't love Justin, I mean he's Justin Bieber. How could a guy like him fall in love with a reject like me?

"Don't forget to let me see the drawing when you're done," he smiles.

"I won't," I smile back and then the elevator closes between us. Justin doesn't know that I plan to add a little something to my drawing. 

I turn around and Haylee jumps on me.

"WHAT THE HECK. Do you know what a phone is for?" she asks trying to be serious, but ends up laughing.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I wouldn't be back. Justin found me," I laugh.

"I know, he told me. Next time, answering a phone would be awesome," she smiles and I laugh and agree. Haylee warms up my dinner and talks to me about Justin and drawing while I eat. 

"Cher are you happy?" she asks and I nod with a smile.

"You know that's all I want. I know that this is a bit much and overwhelming, and I think you're handling it great," she tells me.

"Thanks Haylee," I smile.

"Well, how about a quick piano and guitar lesson?" she asks.

"Sure!" I say and run over to the music room. She spends half an hour on each teaching me the basic chords. 

"Now show me C, E, and G," she instructs me at the piano. I do as told.

"Perfect. F sharp," she quizzes. After I do another series of chords and single notes, she moves over to the guitar and does the same thing.

"You're a natural," she mutters.

"Thanks," I smile.

"Well, it's late. We can do more tomorrow," she laughs and says goodnight. I walk back to my room, humming the tune to a song that Justin was humming earlier. I don't know what it's called though, I'm still working on memorizing all of the songs Haylee loaded into my phone, but I think it's my new favorite song. 

Stuck in thought, I go through the nightly routine. I'm so unfocused, I have to tell myself simple commands and try to do them as best as possible, like a robot.

Now it's time to take off your makeup Cher.

Now it's time for you to brush your hair out.

Now it's time to put pajamas on.

Now it's time to write a letter to the kids.

I've decided what I'm going to do. Every night, I'm not going to write in a diary, but in letters to the kids instead. I won't be able to send them, but maybe one day, I can give them all to the kids in a bundle and they can read my story.

Or maybe I can re write it into a book form and become a published author.


Either way, I don't want to forget a second of today, so I write it all down.

Now it's time to get in bed.

Now it's time to turn the light off.

I clap my hands and the lights turn off and all I can see is the soft glitter of the hypnotizing ceiling.

But the next command is the one that leaves me feeling.... weird.

Now it's time to stop thinking about Justin. 

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