A/N Hello, hello, hello, I am your beloved Count Olaf! Welcome to my humble abode. *Record scratch* sorry bout that. Just a little bit of playing around there. This is just another Cinderella story, but with an OC. I hope you all enjoy this adaption of the classic story.
Summary: Skylar Perry is Blair Richards step daughter. Her father married Blair when Skylar was only 9. Skylar has always been put down by her step mother and 2 step sisters Bianca and Mckenzie. One day Skylar and her family move to L.A where her two step sisters start on the road to stardom. Skylar is forced to work for her family and to find a job working at the Palm Woods, only it isn't a job that most kids have. Will Skylar's life be just another Cinderella story?
Disclaimer: I only own my plot and my OCs. BTR and the original Cinderella story do not belong to me. So if someone says otherwise…THEY ARE LYING!
Chapter 1
(Here We Go)
*Skylar's POV*
"Lindsey! Get down here!" my step mother yells from outside. I roll my eyes and walk to my bedroom window.
"I'll be down in a few minutes!" I yell.
"A few minutes is too long. Be down now!" she yells. I grab my suitcase, and drag it down the stairs. Well this is going to be a strenuous trip. I open the front door, and sit my suitcase down on the asphalt. I pull out my spare house key and lock the door behind me. I'm Skylar, but my step family calls me by my first name Lindsey. I think they do it just because I don't like it.
"Can you walk any slower?" Bianca, my step sister, asks while sighing dramatically. I put my key in my pocket and spin on my heels. I give her a death glare and raise my hand to flick her off. "Mother! Lindsey is threatening to kill me!" Bianca says with a smirk and her arms folded over her chest.
"I saw it too mom. She even called her a female dog!" Mckenzie, Bianca's twin, adds from nowhere. The twins both have dark -almost black- brown hair. Bianca's hair is usually straightened and she always has blue streaks in her hair. Mckenzie keeps her hair naturally curly, and she has purple streaks. They both have dark blue eyes. They have olive skin and are the 'cool'girls at our high school. Blair looks almost exactly like them but instead of long hair she has shoulder length hair. She doesn't have streaks either. I scoff and gesture to them while step mom goes digging through her huge purse.
"I did not." I say softly. Step mom comes up from her purse.
"Lindsey! I will not have any of your sardonic comments during this trip. This is the time for my babies to shine!" she says while doing some weird movement in the air. I look into the sky for a split second. She clears her throat and I put my attention back on her. "Now get the rest of these bags into the car." She commands. I paste on a fake smile and do as she says. Just 3 more years until freedom. I can do this.
I pull my bags to the car and take a look at all the bags they just left out of the car. Can they not do anything themselves? I sigh and try to see how I can get all of these large bags into this small trunk. I put in 3 of Blair's –step mom's- bags. Then 3 of Bianca's, and then 3 of Mckenzie's.
"Step mom- I mean Blair, there isn't enough room for my bags or the other 15 bags you guys brought." I tell Blair.
"Tie all of the bags to the roof of the car and get in." she says from the driver's seat of the car. I put all the bags on the roof and tie them down with a thick rope. I push on them to make sure they won't fall off while we are driving.
"Okay. It's time to head out." I mumble to myself. The other 20 bags belonging to the twins and Blair were already packed into the 3rd row of seats in the white Cadillac Escalade. I guess they did do some work. I'm shocked. I try to open up the doors to the third row, but just as my hand touches it Mckenzie locks the door.
"Haha very funny. Open the door." I demand while banging on the window. Bianca and Mckenzie start giggling. I roll my eyes and continue to bang on my door.
"Stop playing around back there Lindsey." Blair commands. She unlocks the door and I climb into the cramped back seat. Blair is sitting in the front with the shot gun seat empty. Bianca and Mckenzie are sharing the spacious second row of seats. And I am stuck with sharing the third row with 50 million freaking bags. Yeah you could say I do most of the work in this family and don't get the respect I deserve but!...never mind, you'd be completely right.
Blair, my step mom, is taking me and my step sisters to L.A because she is trying to make them famous. I'm only coming along because well she said and I quote "Lindsey darling, we can't just leave you here in you lonesome. You know you don't have any friends here to keep you company…You have to come with us because we want you to come with us sweet heart."
By that she means 'you can't stay here. You are friendless and you don't have anyone else who even comes close to loving you. I can't leave you here because I don't trust you here alone in this house.' You may think I'm exaggerating, and maybe I am, but I doubt it. Everything she says is true though. All of my family lives in Miami. We live in Jacksonville. I am friendless but that's only because I'm related to evil incarnate. Every time I've tried to make friends she would ruin it. Why? I don't know.
Anyway as much as I hate to admit it they do sing well. It could be the years of singing lessons and chorus. They have an agent and everything; she even got them signed to a record deal. Rocque Records is the name I think. The only bad thing is they are horrible at dancing, and I cannot stress them enough. It's like watching a baby try to take its first step. It's entertaining, yet sad, and a little pitiful. This Gustavo guy says he can turn a dog into a pop star. I sure hope he means it.
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~*After an annoying few hours on the plane*~
We finally get to L.A and I. Am. Speechless. I thought Florida was nice, but L.A is the shined. There are lots of people here and I smell the Pacific Ocean in the air. I like it here already. Being here makes me feel like I can start a whole new life. Clean and fresh.
"Okay girls. Let's go outside. The limo is waiting." Blair says. The twins follow her, leaving me to get the bags and luggage.
"Of course." I say to myself.
"Omg! Can you believe it Bi? We are going to be famous!" Mckenzie says while they walk ahead of me.
"Ikr! This is so exciting!" Bianca responds. I almost trip over my feet and tumble into the bags.
"A little help please?" I ask. They ignore me and keep talking.
"I wonder if we are going to meet any famous celebrities!" Bianca squeals. "It would be so awesome if I get to meet J-Beibs!"
"No, Taylor Lautner!" Mckenzie adds.
"My arms are about to break off." I say.
"Wait. Jett Stetson!" Bianca sighs dreamily.
"No, no, no, no, no, no…" Mckenzie breaks off.
"…BIG TIME RUSH!" they both yell and break into a giggle fit.
"These bags aren't meant to all be carried by a single 16 year old girl." I add.
"Lindsey, I am tired of your complaining. You should be carrying them. Maybe it'll help you lose some of that excessive weight." Blair says while facing me. My mouth drops open and the twins break into a fit of laughter. Blair turns back around and dings the bell on the counter of the hotel. I just stand there looking at her back with my mouth still open and my eyes wide. And you thought I was exaggerating?
"Welcome to the Palm Woods. How may I help you?" A man in a suit with fries in his hands asks. Blair gets a scowl on her face and she looks absolutely disgusted.
"Um, I'm Blair Richards and I'm here checking in with my children." She says. I notice the man's nametag says Mr. Bitters. He does seem kind of bitter. He starts to type on his computer for a few seconds and then hands us 3 keys.
"Room 2I. Have a Palm Woods day." He says with an unenthusiastic smile. Blair snatches the keys out of his hand. She keys one for herself, gives one to the twins, and throws one to me. It lands on the floor right in front of my feet. They walk towards the elevator and the twins turn their heads and wink at me while they walk away. I drop all the bags and plop down on the ground.
I run my hands over my face and sigh tiredly.
"Hey do you need some help?" someone asks me. Look up to see a guy looking back at me.
"Um, yeah. I guess so. Thanks. I'm Skylar by the way." I tell the guy.
"Carlos." He says with a smile. He puts his hand out and I grab it. He pulls me up into a standing position and then we shake hands. "So Skylar, are you moving in for good because you have a lot of stuff?" He asks. I nervously chuckle.
"No actually I'm taking up my step families bags. Plus my own." I gesture to my one plain green suitcase out of all the pink and glittery ones. He makes and 'o' shape with his mouth. "Yeah, they aren't exactly light packers." I tell him while running a hand over the top of my head.
"Well I'm going to help you…where are you staying?" he asks. I bend down and pick up the key.
"2I." I reply. Hey that rhymes!
"That's right next door to me and my friend's apartment!" he exclaims happily.
"Really? Wow a new friend already." I say with my smile. I'm liking this town more and more every second. I put my key in my mouth and grab as many bags as I can. Carlos grabs the other ones and we head to the elevator.
We get to 2I and I drop the bags once again.
"Thanks Carlos. I can take it from here." I tell him.
"Are you sure?" he asks still holding the suitcases.
"Yeah. Thanks for the help." I say with a small smile. He nods and then walks away back to the elevator. I unlock the door to our apartment and pull a few bags in the room.
"Whoa, this is nice." I whisper. The apartment had a warm glow to it. Everything was either orange red or brown. It seemed kind of earthy, my kind of place. A flat screen TV in HD. Coolio! I look around some more…holy freaknik! An indoor swing set? Yes, this place is sexy…very sexy.
"Going to the pool. Unpack the clothes and stuff into everyone's rooms. After that do whatever the hell you want." Blair tells me as she comes out of her room in a swimsuit. I gag a little in my mouth. She grabs a towel and walks out the door. A few bangs and then a break are heard in the room next to Blair's. Mckenzie comes tumbling out of the room in a pink bikini top and shorts.
"Lindsey, I uh, broke the lamp on the table so call the maintenance man. And fix it before I get back.
"What do I look like a slave?" I ask. She puts her hands on her hips and looks at me weirdly.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" she asks. I don't say anything for a while. "My point exactly. Now get it fixed, and make sure my clothes are folded up in my drawer Cinder." She says as she saunters out of the room. My shoulders droop and then out comes Bianca in a skirt and tank top from the same room Mckenzie came from. She walks out without acknowledging my presence in the room. I let out a puff of air and then walk to the door. I pull in all of the bags and crap into the living room. I separate the bags by person then put them in each room.
Take out, fold, put away, take out, fold, put away. Take out, decorate, take out, and decorate. I go through this routine for a full 4 hours. Afterwards I change my clothes and then walk around the Palm Woods.
I end up finding Blair and Mckenzie at the pool lounging. This Palm Woods pool scene is pretty nice. I'm not looking forward to being around them so I'm not going there. I end up walking around to the park.
"Hey you!" someone shouts to me. I look around. I notice a curly haired brunette girl sitting on a bench. I point to myself.
"Yes you, come here." she says.
"Okay…" I say reluctantly. I walk to the girl and sit down as far as I possibly can get on the bench.
"Can you help me with my lines?" she asks. What?
"Um…sure. I guess so." I say. She hands me a script and I take it.
"Page 4." She says. I look at the cover. Ninjas vs. Pirates the Movie? Ooh sounds cool. I flip to page four. I clear my throat.
"Arg, ye never be able to beat me, ye dingy ninja!" I say in a pirate voice.
"Let's go then pirate. Show me what you got." The girl says.
"Fire!" I yell.
"Fire? Where?" she asks while looking around. I make an unenthusiastic bang sound. "Almost had me pirate. But your cannons are no match for my ninja skills." She jumps up and starts kicking and punching the air. I put down the script.
"Not to sound rude or anything, but why are you asking me to do this? I don't know you." I say while looking at her chop the air.
"You look like you play a mean pirate…and you do. I'm Camille."She says. She stops being a ninja long enough for me to shake her hand.
"Lindsey. I go by Skylar. So just call me Skylar." I tell Camille.
"Skylar…cool name. Hey you want to be my friend?" she asks. That was pretty straight forward.
"Yeah! Of course!" I exclaim happily.
"Great! Hey what's your cell number so we can text later on?" she asks. We trade numbers, and then I tell Camille goodbye as she leaves for her audition. And the day keeps getting better. I get up and skip back to the Palm Woods.
Back door cracked
We don't need a key
We get in for free
No VIP sleaze
Drink that kool-aid
Follow my lead
Now you're one of us
You're coming with me-
I pull out my phone and read the text message that I just got.
1 new message From Step Bitch
Meetin studio. 5 mins b car
I put my phone away and start walking to the Palm Woods again. I stop in the parking lot and see Blair filing her nails while leaning on the door of the car. Bianca is already in the car with her earplugs in, and Mckenzie is brushing her hair. These people I call a family are so self centered. Blair notices my arrival and looks aggravated.
"Didn't I tell you to be here in 5 minutes? I've been waiting here for 10 minutes just filing my nails. Now look what you made me do. They are filed down to stump!" she yells. It took me 2 minutes to get here but I've learned it's better to just admit to anything than to feel her wrath.
"Sorry I wasn't on time." I say while looking down. She scoffs and gets in the car. I follow behind and climb in the third row again.
This is my life as Skylar. This…is just another Cinderella story.
A/N and scene…how was it? I think I can go somewhere from here but I need you guys, my readers, to help me decide if I should keep working on in of forget about it all together. If I get to 30 visitors by the end of the week, I'll update. Reviews are still better than gold to me…well maybe not but you get the point. So pweety pwease review! *Pouty face*
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