A Cinderella Story Page #3

How's your day so far?

Raging stepmom, work and cool kids

who can't get over themselves.

- Ever feel like you don't belong?

- Absolutely.

I can be surrounded by a sea

of people and still feel all alone.

Then I think of you.

Hey, Nomad, do you think

we've ever met?

I don't know. Our school

has over 3500 kids.

Well, that narrows it down.

Well, at least I can eliminate the guys.

You're not a guy, right? Because if you are,

I'll kick your butt.

I am not a guy.

Have you told your dad

about Princeton yet?

If only I could. I haven't even told him

I wanna be a writer.

My father always encouraged me

to pursue my dreams.

Not mine. He has another plan

for my life.

It's 2 a. m. We've been at this

for five hours.

Well, I think we broke our record.

- We should turn in. Sweet dreams.

- Wait.

I can't sleep without knowing

there's hope.

Half the night I waste in sighs.

In a wakeful doze I sorrow.

For the hand, the lips...

...the eyes.

For the meeting of tomorrow.

Quoting Tennyson. Impressive.

Please meet me at the

homecoming dance.

I'll be waiting for you at 11:00

in the middle of the dance floor.

Sweet dreams.

That was close.

- You're finally gonna be able to meet him.

- I don't know. He's too good to be true.

Come on. It's been, like, a month since you

met him in that Princeton chat room, okay?

- You talk to him all the time. You know him.

- I know, but he doesn't know me.

What if I meet him

and I'm not what he expects?

Maybe this whole relationship's

just better for cyberspace.

Listen, okay? You have to go

to that dance, okay?

This Nomad guy isn't gonna be in one place

for long, all right?

- Lf it helps, I'll be your escort.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- You rock, Carter.

- Hello?

- Sam.

Some little brat got into my salmon

and ate it all.

I need more salmon.

And pick up my dry cleaning.

And wash the Jag.

Fiona. One more pitch.

- Why do you act like her slave?

- Simple. No Fiona, no money for Princeton.

- That sucks.

- Tell me about it.

Hey, it's out of here.

Damn, a girl hit that.

See, now that's impressive.

So, what are you and Shelby going

to the dance as?

I don't know if I'm going with Shelby.

You're not gonna go with Shelby?

Who else you gonna go with?

I don't know. It's a mystery to me.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Okay, guys. Come on.

A little bit further. Right there.

Thirty percent off for USC alumni.

Looks good, my friend.

Make sure you get these rims.

- Austin.

- What's up?

What's with all those college brochures

in your bedroom?

What are you doing in my room?

- I'm trying to keep my options open.

- You don't need options.

It is all taken care of.

Look, son, we've been working on this

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