Dancing in the Moonlight (Lloyd x reader

✨ Chapter 1: The letter

"When life is hard, remember that diamonds are formed under pressure."
- Unknown
Y/n POV
Time alone is a very rare thing in this house. In fact it's rarer than diamonds. Rarer than gold. And it's value surpasses the two combined.

My sisters and my mother have finally left the house. All 3 of them. All together. They're all gone. They never leave.

Not to go shopping. Not to go on dates. Not to go out to eat. They never leave this house. EVER.

So now, none of them can tell me to go clean, none of them can tell me to go cook, and none of them can tell me to paint their nails. I'm alone. All alone. And I can do whatever I want. Alone.

I walked out of my room (aka the attic) and walked down one of the spiral staircases. We live in a three story house where ever room is the same off white color. The kitchen, where I'm going, is on the second floor and my room is on the third so it wasn't a long walk down.

To walk into the kitchen there's a hall that you have to go through. On the walls were pictures of my stepmother and two step sisters. The picture frames were made out of pure gold with a diamond imbedding on the edges. There were 22 pictures and I'm in none. My step family figured that if nobody new I lived here they could make me their personal maid.

Everyone that knew about me ever existing think that my dad and I had all died together in an Earthquake. In reality, only my dad died.

I walked into the kitchen and proceeded to make some popcorn so I had something to snack on while I watched a movie.

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(Steps=stepfamily)

*click click*
I heard the door unlock and it was soon followed by a series of clanging signaling to me that the steps were home and it wasn't a burglar that had found the key.

"Y/n! Mop these floors! I can't see my reflection in them yet!" An annoying, high pitched voice yelled.

"Coming!" I yelled back.

Sighing, I took the mop and started to mop the already clean floors.

There was a letter on the floor. That's normal, the steps leave their trash everywhere, but this was unusual because it was addressed to me.
I picked up the letter and stuffed it up my sleeve. If the steps had seen the letter they would have picked it up and burned it before I had gotten the chance to read it. I'll have to just read it when I know they're sleeping.

If this letter was addressed to me and nobody knew I was still alive I could get out of this hell hole. I've tried to move out many, many times, but ever single time the steps find a way to make sure I never leave. I've tried getting a job, I've tried escaping at night, I've even tried to date a guy and convince him to let me stay with his family until I was safe.
He agreed to help.
His name was Ash.
My stepmother made sure he never looked at me again. Or anyone for that matter.

He's dead.
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"Y/n!" My stepmother called, "Get down here!"

I stopped mopping and walked through a hall, down the stairs, and into the living room.
"Fix our hair!" Stepmother ordered.
Walking up to my least favorite stepsister, Eliana, I asked the blond, "How would you like your hair done?"

She rolled her eyes at me and sighed.

"Whatever, just make me look pretty."

Eliana was pretty, but her personality was more like a Picasso painting gone horribly wrong.

Eliana had unnatural looking, naturally bright yellow hair that burned my eyes every time I looked at it. She had bright blue eyes and, last I heard, nine boyfriends. Her hair was thin so it was easy to do. Quickly and easily I put her hair in a braided bun with a couple flowers in it.

My stepmother liked her hair down, so all I had to do was brush it a bit.

Then there was Ashley, who had the thickest hair ever. Her hair was blond, but not the bright yellowing eye burning type of blond. It really thick so it took long to get her hair in a milkmaid crown braid.

"When we get back, I expect this place to be the cleanest it's ever been." Stepmother said. "We're going to have guests over."

With that the three girls, all in beautiful gowns, walked out the door. Not bothering to say where they were going.

We're having guests over? We never have guests over. Maybe the steps are just high or something.

I ran up to my room and hopped into bed. I took the letter out of my sleeve and opened it. It was a pretty green card that had beautiful gold embroidery.
It read:

Dear Yn,
You have been invited to the honorary ninja ceremony. The ninja's sensei, uWu, has personally invited you to be a V.I.P. Member of this ceremony. We wish to see you there.
June 6
6:30 pm - 1:00 am

Well, my life just got a whole lot more interesting.

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