❝should i call this help?❞

❝Why do you love her? She's just a maid❞ ❝She's more than just a maid❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Bridget Chase is your average girl. Wait, no she's not. Her and her siblings, Taylor Miles are maids to their evil step family, their step dad Logan, The evil twins Bradford and Mercedes, Tristan and Talia. Not to mention the odd dreams her sisters and her keep having since her mom's death. The only way the girls remember the dream is when they express it through something; Taylor decorates cakes with a scene from the dream, Piper writes a song and dance about something from the dream, Tiffany reacts a scene with anything she can get her hands on, Miles writes what he sees, and Bridget draws what she sees. Bridget's life was fine until Logan threw a Halloween party to celebrate signing a big boy band called "The Princes" to his label. Bridget sneaks out to the party, in hopes to finally feel like a average teenage girl. At the the party Bridget meets a guy there named Elliot Green. Little does she know, he is one of the members of the band The Princes. As soon as Bridget finds out she runs for it, leaving her journal behind,leaving it in the hand of Elliot. To make matters worse, Logan invites the boys to stay in their house with them for the entire summer. Bridget is ready for the worst. But the worst is just to come. What happens: when Elliot and his entire band practically move in? when house cleaners get in the way and another member starts to get feelings for her? Can she hide from them? Will they figure out she is more than a maid? This isn't your average Cinderella story, it's a Cinderella story on steroids © 2013 Thenutinnutella

literally just shit i hate. enjoy

Title says it all ;-)

Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?

"OMG your work is so fugly." "Can that bitch even write?" "She wrote what?" "Oh gurl, hold me back." "Have you even seen a story so bad, you just want to like, die?" "I'm the baddest bad bitch on Wattpad. Bow down bitches!" "Follow me, read, comment and vote on all the chapters of my story, or else I'll kill my family and my cat. You have three hours." Welcome to the world of Wattpad. Enjoy your stay and try not to lose your sanity. ***If you're easily offended, don't read the book. If you do, and get offended, you can comment. Just don't go apeshit with it, and if you do... let's not even go there.

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