My Cinderella Story.

Chapter 1: First day.

"Sweetie you look amazing" Miss beautiful herself sang while making us breakfast. Her hair swayed down to her shoulder framing her heart shaped face perfectly. Her smile matched her eyes, that matched her feeling this morning. Excited.

What parent wouldn't be? All three of her children were going to the same school, on the same day, at the same time.

This means, no one will be home last or first. So she can time when to come home and make dinner and everything. Yeah, my mom was kind of a perfectionist.

I'm going in on my junior year of HS, while my sisters are having their first ever day in the retched school. Kudos to them.

When my mother said 'Sweetie you look amazing' she was really saying 'I put together an amazing outfit for my daughter'.

Don't laugh. Its not funny. Okay, it is a little embarrassing. My mom likes to pick out our outfits for special occasions. First day of school was a special time for her.

My dad on the other hand, thought of it just of another day. Just this time I actually have somewhere to go besides the library.

What was I to do? The whole summer I spent going back and forth to read a new book everyday. My friend Amber wasn't to fond of my ongoing visit to the library. She would have to force me out of my bed, change my clothes, and drive me to the mall with her some weekends.

Its not that I don't like the mall. Okay, maybe that is it. There's no point in it most of the time. I see people just sit around there like there's nothing to do. When there's literally a trillion stores to go shop in. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little but you see my point.

Malls are made for shopping, so use it for its purpose.

A little purple haired girl galloped into the room. She wore a bright white skirt, a yellow tank top tucked under it, with white sandals. Honestly, I was pretty jealous of my twin sisters.

The other one came following up behind her with her hair in a bun, a athletic band holding her bangs back. She wore sport shorts and a armor wear shirt, matched with running shoes. Yeah she was the athletic one in the family.

See, my father always wanted more than one boy. And since that one boy went off into the military, one of my sisters thought it would be nice to replace the father-son relationship in our dads life. So Liz did, and absolutely loved it.

Rachel on the other hand, stuck with the girly side of the family. Girly side meaning my mom side, and she was the girliest woman you will ever meet.

Then there's me? What did I take up? Maybe I could name my style as lazy. Honestly, I wanted to wear some sweats and get this day over with, my mom wasn't having any of it. So she picked out my outfit.

I wore a demin skirt, a white tank top with a gray shirt over it, my hair brushed straight down with a head band holding back my bangs, and white sandals. Hey, it was better than what I was going to go with.