This is a random story that was inspired by friend crazyGATOR57. This story is dedicated to her.

This is from a stepsister's point of view from the story of "Cinderella". The first few chapters will be from their childhood, then later on.

Enjoy!

tRavLinGWriTer

Disclamers: No, I don't own Cinderella and all, but I do own Anastasia and Adriana

I sat on the sill in my grand room. I didn't move, or barely think for that matter. My mom had just announced that she has gotten herself engaged to a kind man with a perfect daughter. I sneered when she announced that. I nearly tripped over my long emerald green gown as I fled the room in tears.

My younger sister Adriana just sat there silently, twisting her long golden curls while probably secretly plotting against either the wedding or the girl, Ella. Adriana was a smart girl who knew many things and she is amazing at revenge and comebacks. The mention of the name made my stomach lurch. Why couldn't I be good enough for my mother?

I didn't want another person living in my house. I don't want to live in theirs either. Why couldn't everything go back to normal before my pappy died? I'm only 11!

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The dreaded day of the wedding came. I watched the girl with her gorgeous Barbie like hair, docile and golden. I fluffed my choppy, black curls wishing I could empress her for once.

I watched as her perfect cherry red lips parted into a smile and clapped with everyone as our parents said the dreaded oath.

I wanted to see Adriana's expression but she and her pink gown were no where to be found. I knew that she and I could become allies against the "perfect" girl. I knew as soon as her precious father died, me and my sister would make her life as miserable as possible.

Do you think my mother would agree?

I watched as Ella's face, glowing with happiness, came over to meet me and I was so horrified that I did not notice Adriana slipping in place beside me.

"Isn't it all so wonderful?" she breathed, dreamily. Rats, she had a perfect voice as well. All my words were dripping with sarcasm so I didn't say anything.

I discreetly pinched Adriana's elbow and she gently nudged me back. It is so thrilling to have a sister.

I took a minute to soak up Ella's midnight blue gown which matched her sparkling eyes. Ugh, spare me the details please. But she had really tiny feet, like a size 13, toddlers almost.

My mom was still standing up there, all happy and young, her cheeks were flushed and her face showed nothing but happiness.

Adriana was scribbling something down on a piece of parchment, very un-lady like, but she is the "rulesoptional" type of girl. She was chewing on the one curl, the same one she was twisting weeks ago. How strange…

"Anastasia, Adriana, come meet you new stepfather," my mother beamed, motioning over a tall man with handsome blonde hair, just like Ella's. I thought sarcastically. I cautiously reached out and shook the man's hand with a hand in a pink glove, the one that matched my gown.

"Nice to meet you," he said. I didn't reply and just kept my eyes trained on the floor beneath me. But I couldn't resist mumbling a small "not me…" under my breath feeling the side of a ribbon slap my cheek.

Ella was standing, shining in all her glory, shaking a guest's hand, whirling around to show off her grand dress and laughing. Let's see if you will be wearing the same smile when you move in, I thought viciously, a smirk visible on my face that was the color of sour cream.

I thought today was awful. Adriana thought today was awful. Ella thought the day was wonderful. Ella, the name was an insult on my lips, nothing more.

But wait till Miss Perfect moved in the next morning.

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