My name is Stella, but people call me Stel or Ella, Ella being the more popular of the two. I'm sixteen years old.
My family which consisted of my mom, dad, and me was very happy. My dad started an electronics company that skyrocketed very quickly to a multi-billion dollar establishment. We were set for life. My parents were very careful with their money. Even though my dad was a multi-billionaire, we lived in a normal house. We even had a minivan! It was a nice minivan. I liked that minivan.
Anyways, my family was happy, that was until my mom died. My father became very distressed and depressed. He would lock himself in his office and write. He wrote three books in that period of time, two novels and an autobiography. All three of the books became best sellers. They all made millions of dollars each.
One day, Dad decided to go out and mingle. He met a woman name Melinda Leringale. She was manipulating, crazy, and just plain evil! But did Dad see that? No. He was enthralled with her. She charmed the pants off him. In fact, she charmed him right into a suit and tie. And, of course, she was wearing an expensive and elaborate white dress. Not only did I receive a new mom that day, but I gained two step-sisters, Cara and Clara. Cara and Clara were absolutely evil as well.
Then, only a year later, Dad died. He strangely died from food poisoning. I am almost positive that Melinda did it, but no one would listen to me because Melinda put on a very good show.
Melinda took charge of the company, and it tanked. It tanked so fast, that no one even noticed that it was going down until it was bankrupt. Melinda acted like nothing was her fault.
She moved us out of our normal house into a huge mansion. She sold our beloved minivan and bought multiple expensive cars that I hadn't even heard of before. He hired a huge staff of maids, cooks, gardeners, and more.
After that, Melinda, Cara, and Clara made my life living hell. Melinda would hit me and scream at me. Cara and Clara would make me pick out outfits for them every morning because of my "impeccable fashion taste." I've been locked in closets, bathrooms, and my bedroom.
I just want my parents back. I want my parents back so we could have our normal house and our minivan, but they can never come back. I'm all alone now.
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author's note:
what do y'all think? should I continue this in the future? please comment what you think.
buh-bye loves :) <3
