Cinderella

Chapter 1

When I was little all I believed was my life was going to be some big, happy fairy tale. That I was going to have long luscious blonde hair, and rescued from a fire breathing dragon from the tallest building of the tallest tower by my Prince Charming. When he would rescue me, he would give me the best kiss of my life, and we would ride off into the sunset, get married a what not.

Well, no body's life is like that at all.

My mum died when i was two from cancer, and I never knew her but I know she was really beautiful. My dad had this photograph of her, that he used to keep in his walk-in-closet, but I thought it should be showed her so we hung it up on a wall in the hallway. She had crystal blue eyes, with bouncy brown curls, plump lips with the perfect amount of red lipstick on her. She was beautiful, and you could always tell she was my mouthed we had the same shape of face. My dad had to be strong through it all and take care of me. My dad did take the best care of me. He was my best friend and I was his. We just had each other. He would always sneak me into his work during the day so I could be with him. And afterwards he took me to the swimming pool. Because since i was little I loved swimming, and my dad would always watch me. But i would always look at him to make sure he was looking at me, he brown wavy hair always messy, green eyes always looking at me. He loved me so much and I loved him.

But all of that changed when I was eight. When my dad met Sophia.

Sophia was beautiful when my dad brought her over to meet me. With her long, blonde straightened hair, fluro pink fake nails, a tiny figure with big boobs, a bit more make-up than one should have on. I thought though she was just a friend. Well, that was until dad said the words that ruined me, "Ash, this is Sophia. My girlfriend." That was when my world came crashing down. I was not the only girl in my day's life anymore.

Time went by quickly. Dad and Sophia got married, and on their wedding day was the day that i met the two most spoilt, awful, annoying girls that i will ever meet, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that I had to call these girls family, because they are known now as my step-sisters, but that wasn't all, they were identical twins. I still can't tell them apart. Soon after the wedding they moved in. They couldn't move in when dad proposed to her, because dad had to make renovations around the house and add two more rooms.

When they moved in, things started changing around the house. Dad had two work more hours at the restaurant and he said I couldn't go with him any more, that I had to stay home.

Dad still made an effort to take me swimming after though. Sophia wanted to take down the picture of my mother, Katherine. I told her that she couldn't, but she said that she could persuade my father into taking if down. Right there and then is when I told myself that I hate Sophia and her two brats. But thankful that dad said that he wouldn't take her down of the wall, that she has been hanging there for a long time and couldn't take her down.

Four weeks after unturned ten would be the worst time of my life. I was sitting on the couch reading my favorite book Rapunzel, the twins were on the ground, doing each others nails. When Sophia came into the room, with tears coming down her face, saying we have to go to the hospital. My dad was in a serious car crash. A drunk driver went through a red light, but hit my dads car in the process. Sophia stayed in the hospital room for what seemed like forever, she made me go to school after dad fell into a coma. Dad was in the coma for a month until he passed away. When we got home Sophia made me pack up all of my stuff from my room, and she took me to my new room. The attic. She wanted that room for her beloved dog, Scruff. She took down my mothers photo and put it in the bin, saying she never wanted to see her face again. I got the photo out and took it to my new room. Making sure to hide it.

Things were just crap, it got worse every year. But now isn't the time to tell you all about how Sophia made my life hell for another eight years. Cause it is my first day of year twelve, last year of high school. When this year ends i can finally leave hell, or what Sophia calls it 'home'. I can go live somewhere else, leave everything behind and start new.

Year twelve can't be that bad. Can it?