More Than A Dream Yet Less Than Reality
Kitkat's POV
My name is Arianna Tremaine. I live with my twin sister, Cinderella, our stepmother, and our two stepsisters, Anastasia, the younger one, and Drizella, the older one. Well, I've lived here for the past year. Until I was fifteen, I lived at the School with another family—they called themselves "The Flock." I was kicked out about a year after Jeb's death, by Max, who self-proclaimed herself leader and claimed I wasn't good for the Flock. I came here and now have been forbidden to fly unless my chores get done. Anyway, when I lived with the Flock, I was nicknamed Kitkat because I ate almost all of the kitkat bars constantly and it drove everyone else insane.
Ella and I are both nineteen. Stepmother tends to get annoyed when she catches me flying around or attempting to sleep on the roof. I usually get lectured if she catches me on the roof, like she did last night.
"Arianna Tremaine!" Stepmother snapped. "Get down here this instant!"
I glanced at her and obediently climbed down the side of the house and she grabbed my arm. "How many times do I have to tell you! Don't sleep on the roof! The last thing I need is you falling off the roof and breaking your neck!" she exploded. "What would your father say!"
"Yes, Stepmother," I answered dully.
She marched me inside and marched me up the stairs to the attic. "Now stay inside!" she ordered.
I nodded obediently and said, "Yes, Stepmother."
Hey, I haven't fallen off the roof yet and I highly doubt that it's gonna happen anytime soon. Stepmother only brings up Father if she's really serious about something—like not sleeping on the roof.
Anyway, Ella and I do all of the chores—sweep and scrub the chimney, wash dishes, do the laundry, the mending, the sewing, the ironing, prepare meals, and scrub the floor.
