THE MODERN DAY CINDRE STORY

There was this girl, she was a heiress, and she was the most eligible bachelorette in the town. All men from far and wide wanted to hook up with her cos she was beautiful, rich and she was the bomb!.Anyways, so when she found out that she couldn't find the most suitable bachelor for herself, she organized a sweet sixteen party. It was going to be the party of the year. So she invited all the hot bachelors in the town to the party.Meanwhile, there was this dude called Cindre. He was living with his wicked uncle. He was made to do all the work in the house. He fed the kids, had to clean the whole house, and was generally mistreated by his wicked uncle and his wife.This dude heard about the party that the heiress was throwing and he really wanted to attend the party. However, there was a slight glitch. Even though he had come of age, he still had a curfew. His uncle required him to be home at 6pm. In the event that he had someplace to go to, he had to inform his uncle three days in advance, and even at that he had to be home by 9pm at the most. He really wanted to go to party. So the day of the party arrived. Everybody that was everybody was there. All the frat boys were there , even the knights were there- hoping to be the heiress' "knight in shining armour". The DJ (T-Boogie) got the crowd hyped, everybody was on the dancefloor getting their grind on. All the guys were in a battle over who would dance with the heiress. Our guy didn't know how to dance but he could try. The Heiress noticed that the dude wasn't trying to struggle to dance with her, so she walked up to him and asked for a dance.On the dance floor, my guy was really trying to get the steps right so as not to embarass himself. However, babe herself was a stepper, so he had to do more than try. After a couple of tracks: Snap your fingers,... Lean with it,.... It's going down.... the babe was really getting into dancing with our guy regardless of the fact- or because of the fact- that he couldn't dance as well as she could.Then, my guy looked at his wristwatch, and discovered it was almost 9pm! chei! It was almost past his curfew, but was the babe was really feeling him.. but if he broke his curfew, his uncle would show him hell, and his aunt would make sure that he didn't eat in that house for the next three days!Faced with no choice, my guy used scope to get lost in the crowd. As he figured that the Paris Hil...-my bad!- the heiress couldn't see him anymore, he made a dash for the door. He ran like the forces of hell were pursuing him (my guy didn't have a car) back home.Meanwhile, the party ended and the heiress already knew that she wanted the-funny-dancing-dude to be her beau. However, she forgot to get his number, she had to find him at all costs. So she googled him, but he returned no matches. Determined not to be deterred, she went on hi5, but the process was too complicated. Then, she went on Facebook. Alas, she found a picture where someone tagged him. She got his details off of facebook, facebook-messaged him, and generally tracked him down.She sent for him and poured her heart to him. She proposed a relationship and he accepted and he moved in with her into her Taj Mahal penthouse apartment. And Cindre and Par.- the heiress- lived happily ever after till.... ~to be continued...