The Princess Sisters (The Princess Sisters Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

up!”
    “What?”
    “The
new people are moving in, as we speak!”
    “Really? 
Can you see anyone yet?” Snow White asked, obviously awake now.
    “No,
I only saw the van but I’ll look.”  Cinderella rolled off her bed again and
peered back out across the street.
    “No
one, but the door is open so they must be in there.”
    “So
what do you want to do?”
    “Let’s
get the others awake and make brownies or something.”
    “It’s
7:00 in the morning.”
    “I
know.  How do you suggest we introduce ourselves?”
    “It’s
7:00 in the morning.  No one is going to want to meet us at this horrible
hour!”
    “But…hold
on!  Someone’s coming out.”  Cinderella threw her phone down on the bed and the
top accidentally clapped shut.  “Whoops,” she said reaching for it, then
shrugging, “Oh well, I’ll call her back.”  She turned back to the window just
in time to see the third person walking out of the empty house.  Then
Cinderella dove for her phone and pushed the number three until her thumb hurt.
    “You
hung up on me!” Snow White said in mock anger.
    “Who
cares?  He’s hot!”
    “Who?”
    “There
is a kid moving in across the street right now and holy crap, he’s hot!”
    “Really?”
Snow White asked somewhat nervously.  “What does he look like?”
    “I
don’t know.”
    “How
can you not know?”
    “Just
trust me, he’s hot,” Cinderella said again.
    “So
what do you want to do?”
    “Okay,
you call Ariel and Aurora while I call Belle.  Tell them all to make sure they
look good and then walk down to my house.  See if you can’t get a look at him
while you’re coming over.  But don’t make it obvious!” she added.
    “Yes
Ma’am!” Snow White said, saluting her phone.  Then they hung up.  Cinderella
ran into the bathroom to inspect her reflection.  Her long, brown hair which
normally hung straight was now standing up in every direction.  Her swooped
bangs were knotted into a ball against her forehead and there were definite bags
under her eyes.
    “Well,
don’t I look nice,” she said to the mirror.  Cinderella grabbed her pink brush
from the shelf which sat above the toilet and began taming the snarled mess. 
She had almost finished straightening her hair when she remembered to call
Belle.  Even though it was now quarter to eight, Belle was angrier about the
morning phone call than Snow White had been.  She snapped at Cinderella until
she heard mention of a new hot boy.  Their conversation ended very quickly
after that so Belle could get ready.
    Cinderella
returned to the bathroom and dabbed on more concealer than usual, as she tried
to cover up the proof that she hadn’t had much sleep.  She looked closely at
her eyes in the mirror before putting in her contacts.  Cinderella thought her
eyes were her best feature.  Her mom said they were the only good thing about
her father.
    “His
sunflower eyes were the first thing that attracted me to him,” Dana had said on
one occasion.  The description had stuck with Cinderella ever since.  Sunflower
eyes; she liked it!  Not only did it sound nice, but it described her eyes
perfectly.  They were a dark brown in the middle, extending out to a softer,
almost yellowish brown around the outside.
    Cinderella
carefully outlined her sunflower eyes with brown eyeliner before moving on to
mascara.  She glanced at the finished product in the mirror.
    Much
better!   She then returned to her bedroom window in hopes to
get another glance at her new neighbor.
    Snow
White stepped out her front door into the cool morning air.  She looked
nervously down the row of houses at the yellow van parked down on the end.  The
back was open and it was apparent the movers were almost done.  Snow White
looked around cautiously, hoping to spot the mysterious boy Cinderella had
raved about an hour before.  A young man in a blue baseball cap stepped out of
the house and grabbed a box off the back of the yellow truck.  Snow