When you're little and people ask you what you want to be when you grow up your answers are simple: a princess, a prince, a fairy, a firefighter, etc. As you grow older you find out that there is no such thing as magic. You realize that princesses don't exist and that there's no such thing as happy endings. My entire life depended on magic, that was until my mom died. I still believed in happy endings but it wasn't the same. Then, my father died and left me with his wife and her daughters, that was when I lost all hope on the word happiness. Now I'm stuck as her slave without a prince to come to my rescue. By the way my name's Sky and this is my living hell. Join me on the roller coaster that I call life, there will be tears, pain, hate, fights, but most of all there will be love.