Not Your Typical Cinderella

(One Direction not famous)

When Rose was only 7, her mom passed away. Her dad got remarried to Cheryl three years later. Rose feels it in her heart that Cheryl only loves her dad for his money. She treats her stepdaughter Rose terribly and favors her own daughter, Julia much more. When something tragic happens to her dad on her 17th birthday, Rose is desperate to prove, along with her friends Shannon, Ava, and Griffen, that it was all Cheryl's fault. Little does she know that along the way, she will meet new people, fall in love, and get her heart broken.

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1. Rose

            "Rose! Get down here right this second!" I heard the ugly voice of my stepmother, Cheryl yell. My dad was still at work, so I knew that she was going to push me around. I ran as quick as I could down the long, spiral staircase. My house was huge. I knew I was rich, but that didn't make me feel like I was better than other people. It actually made me feel worse, because I also knew that Cheryl only married my dad for his money.

            When I was 7, my mom died in an accident. It was terrible. My dad didn't know what to do with himself, he pulled out of his job and he sat on the couch all day long. My mom was also my best friend when I was little, so I was beyond myself on what to do. Well, that was a little less than 10 years ago, and I still miss her. When I was almost 11, my dad met Cheryl. They got married and she moved in with us. Behind my dad's back, she is so rude to me. She also brought her annoying daughter, Julia along with her. Julia is a year younger than me, but she is totally favored by her mother. She gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. I've always had the feeling that Cheryl didn't love my dad when she married him, and she doesn't love him now.

               "What do you want?" I asked when I reached the kitchen. Cheryl was sitting at the table, reading a magazine. She was wearing way too much makeup and was definitely trying to show her cleavage as much as possible.

                "Make me dinner!" She whined.

                "There is no way in hell that I'm making you dinner, Cheryl," I sneered, and started to turn around. I gasped when Cheryl grabbed my arm and held it tightly.

                 "I told you to make me dinner, so that is what you are going to do!" She screamed in my face.

                 "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING, YOU FAT-" I stopped screaming right as I heard the kitchen door creak open. It was my dad. Cheryl let go of my arm and smiled at him.

                 "Hey honey!" She ran over and gave him a huge kiss on the lips, right in front of me. I knew it was on purpose to piss me off.

                 "What's goin' on?" He asked, cheerfully. Leave it to my dad to be so clueless.

                  "I was just about to start dinner," Cheryl said as sweetly as possible, and started to pull things out of the fridge.

                  "Great!" My dad replied, while giving me a hug and leaving the room. I wanted to tell him how much I hated Cheryl, and all the terrible things she did to me, but I couldn't. She made him happy, and ever since my mom died, that was all I wanted. I just wanted my dad to be happy.

                  As quick as I could, I exited the kitchen and went back up to my room. Of course, in my huge house, I got stuck with the small room. Julia had the big one. She also had more friends. But I would never let that get to me. I had Griffen, Ava, and Shannon, my three best friends in the entire world. I would rather have three real friends than a ton of fake, stuck up friends that only like me for my money. Fortunately, Julia was at tennis right now so it was the only time that I could play my music out loud without getting in trouble. I turned it up as loud as it could go, to block out the world, and started texting my girls.

                They all wanted to know what I wanted for my 17th birthday, which was in less than a week. I kept telling them I didn't want and I didn't need anything, which was true. I had more than enough at my house. And I didn't like people making a big deal out of my birthday, it would just remind me of the friends that I DIDN'T have.

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