Hi fellow readers and writers! This is my first fanfic ever and honestly I'm really nervous. XD I'm still new to this site and i dont really know what im doin sometimes, so just wish me luck! This story is definitely gunna be more than 10 chapters, and it's based off of Another Cinderella Story with Selena Gomez. Hope you guys enjoy! :D

Chapter 1 - Trapped

"mikaela...Mikaela...MIKAELA!"

Mikaela's eyes shot open wondering what the obnoxious sound that woke her up was. Still kind of disoriented, she quickly glanced at her digital wrist watch. It was 5:55 a.m. She groaned loudly and slammed her head back down on the pillow, face down. Five minutes later, which felt like 5 seconds later, she heard the same obnoxious sound. Only more angry.

"MIKAELA! GET UP NOW!"

When she realized it was the electronic voice of her stupid captor shouting for her through the only thing that enabled their communication in her room, she closed her emerald green eyes for a second, sighed heavily, and reluctantly got off of her not-so-comfortable bed.

It was the same routine over, and over, and OVER again. She walked over to the transmitter on the wall next to her door, held the button and replied, "Yes, your majesty, I know the drill."

She had a hint of sarcasm in her voice that she knew that she would be in trouble for using, especially on her guardian, but she couldn't help it. She was feeling cranky today.

"Don't use that tone on me missy," the electronically altered voice said dangerously, "or do you not want dinner? And why is that? Trying to lose the extra weight on your stomach that you're never going to lose?"

Most people would feel VERY offended by her statements, and most people were, but Mikaela just rolled her eyes, happy that Dominique, her loser of a guardian, couldn't see her expression. She was used to her insults. She received them at least 30 to 40 times a day for two years. And don't even get her started about her "step-sisters." Getting rid of the sarcasm in her voice, she replied, "I'm sorry Dominique. It won't happen again. I'll be down in about 15 minutes."

"You better. Or else you'll be looking at a long punishment of 3 weeks with no phone. GOT IT?"

Mikaela had to move her face away from the transmitter to prevent her eardrums from being damaged from DomiFREAK's annoyingly loud voice. She raised the hand that wasn't holding the button and massaged her forehead. She could already feel the massive headache coming on.

"Yes ma'am."

She removed her finger from the button, hand still on her forehead and sighed heavily. Her naturally wavy, jet-black hair was still ruffled and puffy from sleep, and as she sighed, her half black, half neon green side bangs fell over her face. Her hair had green streaks all over and the tips of her hair and bangs were green as well. She wondered if it was unhealthy for a 14 year old girl to get headaches at least once a week... Probably, she thought, but she didn't look unhealthy. Although she was small for her age, she still had her own natural beauty, and her body was well-built. She wasn't as thin as a twig, but she was still really lightweight. Overall, Mikaela considered herself average.

She looked over her shoulder and looked at the picture of her mother on the small table next to her bed. She walked over to it and held it tightly in her hands as if she have a panic attack if she lost it. She stared at the beautiful woman in the picture and against her own will, she let a tear slip.

Why did you have to die?, Mikaela asked the picture silently knowing that she was never going to get an answer no matter how many times she asked.

Mikaela's mother, Danielle, used to be Dominique's roommate when she was in a collage for performing arts. They were the complete opposite of each other. While Dominique was arrogant, conceited, and a huge diva, Danielle was kind, humble, and laid-back. Dani, as most people called her, was an amazing dancer. When she danced, everyone had to stop and look. Not only did she have the skill and the moves, she put her entire heart into her routines. She didn't care about haters or moves with flaws in them. She just wanted to dance because that's what she loved to do.

Mikaela's eyes flared with determination. She desperately wanted to follow in her mothers footsteps, to be the good person she was and the amazing dancer she was. Ever since she was 12, she spent every spare minute she had practicing her dancing, perfecting her moves, increasing her skill level. She wanted to be the best she could be, just like her mother.

Mikaela smiled. She put the framed picture of her mother back on the table and half-heartedly sauntered over to her tiny closet to get ready for ANOTHER long day of dealing with her... "family."

Sooooo... what d'ya think? :D

Please take the time to review! i dnt care if its praise or flames, just PLEASE review! it would really mean a lot to me :) so once again thanks for reading and the next chapter should be up soon.

Btw, these next couple of chapters are probably gunna just be fillers so bear with me guys! There is a plot!

Peace, Dance, and Glitches ;)

-dehstoopidasian