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Okay before I begin this I should inform you of something. You know that story about Cinderella and how she was treated horribly. Everyone always felt sorry for her and some girls even said they'd trade places with her and in the end she gets some prince. May I just inform everyone that a real life Cinderella gets no such sympathy because nobody cares.

My mother had married a rich man and I became a Ferris, no not like a Ferris wheel, this was the last name of the man. I was about seven years old at the time and Mr. Ferris had a daughter my age. Her name was Taylor and she was the little ball of sunshine to everyone but me. Yes I hated little Taylor with a burning passion.

Her little locks of golden hair and vibrant green eyes and cute little heart shaped face and button nose won various people over with her looks. Not to mention the little sun dresses she would always be seen in and her amazing acting skills. Behind the scene it was very different.

Now I had auburn hair, a normal sized face, murky green eyes, and I usually wore a long sweater and black jeans. I was slightly tan, well let's just say Taylor's skin was like when you're coloring skin with an orange pencil and you barely touch the page while mine was when you get red and put slight pressure for a pinkish skin. That's the best way to describe it in my opinion.

Anyway I should probably at least tell you my name. I'm Iris, ya that eye thing is what my mom named me because apparently something fell into my iris after I was born and she decided to name me after it. At least it's more creative then Taylor, right?

Now for personality types. Like I said, Taylor is an amazing actress. Around people she's a sweet and polite girl, a model child in every aspect. Behind the scenes though, like with other kids, she's a total bitch. She's a bully to others, sadly including me. It's gotten so bad to the point where she refuses to acknowledge me as a member of the family so obviously nobody at our high esteemed private school knows it.

I however am silent. No I'm not shy I just prefer not to say as much. I enjoy the silent and most importantly, sleeping. I'm very lazy, that's a given. Well I say lazy but in actuality I do enjoy certain things in life, such as training. I'm talking about like wearing weights, ya that type of training. The weights are mostly because I'm in the school's water polo team as the goalie so I need to be able to propel myself out of the water, so obviously I train often so I don't let down the team.

I also enjoy gymnastics a bit too much actually. Well at least I'm a lot better at it then I am in water polo so that's a plus for me. Basically I'm in amazing physical health. Taylor on the other hand is good at a couple things as well. Taylor is amazing an manipulation, if she were in one of those low budget superhero movies she'd make the perfect antagonist.

She's also fairly good at making others turn on each other and creates doubt in groups. Yes it kills me to say these things but she is decent at certain things like this. Now let's get to the actual story, the time when I got stuck into a fictional world with the bitch of a sister.

I skipped happily along the river that was by my house on the way to school. My sister had a car that her father bought her and she refused to drive me so here I was, enjoying a nice early morning walk by the riverbed.

I started to recall an argument I had with Taylor right before we had gone to bed. We were bickering about this one TV show called Naruto. She had skipped a lot of episodes and says she knows everything about it and she constantly write fanfictions for it. I will add she writes those Mary Sue fics that always includes her and saving the world or something of the sort. It's stupid really but what could I do about it?

Well she basically wanted me to do some spell check before she posted it on the web and when I did, well it didn't go well. I mean the word count was decent at six hundred words but the paragraph structure…well there was none. It was mostly just two large blocks of writing and the dialogue was one of those where they write the name and colons then what ever they're saying.

I try to help her with it but she just yelled at me and took her laptop somewhere else and I rolled my eyes. Typical of her. I mean she always does something like this. If I get into a TV show then she gets into it and she matches herself up with every single character possible.

I frown as a small cat walks next to me and I identify it as the neighbors cat that likes to stroll by here occasionally so I bend down and pet it behind her ear. She was a cute little white cat with big blue eyes and everyone around here adores her. Everyone except Taylor, she is a dog lover and cat hater which is kind of sad but you know the type.

"Hey Millie." I coo as the cat licks my palm and I stand back up. "I have to get to school, I'll make sure to bring some fish treats for you after school. Bye." I say before going back to my walk. I end up getting to the school ten minutes early and I see Taylor driving up in her car so I ignore her and go to my locker. I get my textbooks and sigh. Another day at this boring institute.

I fell a slight pain in the back of my neck and glare at whoever threw their pencil at me and I see Taylor's boyfriend motioning me to move my head so I comply. It's not like I did it because I was weak, I decided he needed as much education as possible since he's a fucking dumbass. The bell for my last class ends and I happily get up and go outside to the pool and run to get changed before the other girls show up.

I'm the first person in the water and decide to start my laps as the coach comes over while I see some girls going to the dressing room. "Morning Iris." Coach Williams says and I wave after I finish the first lap. I go for a second, knowing out warm-ups was always doing a 100 meter swim then stretches. I finish quickly and get to my stretches as other girls start jumping into the pool.

"Iris!" I feel someone jump onto my back and I let out a weak grunt as I sink a bit. I pop my head out of the water and look at the little raven headed girl known as my best friend. "Hello Heather." I say while continuing my stretching.

"So did you figure out how to do the math homework?" My friend asks while rubbing the back of her head. "Nope." I say quickly and she frowns. "Awe, I thought you were the silent smart type." She grumbles as she began her laps, leaving me with a small smile placed on my lips. Practice ended rather early, it being only six o'clock, so I get out and quickly put on my after practice sport shorts and t-shirt. I leave the room and start walking back to the house.

I let out a small involuntary shiver as the wind whips past me and I quickly stop by the market to grab some fish snacks that I knew Millie was fond of and walked back to where Millie was during this time, hanging on the street light across from my house. I jump up a bit while holding a fishy snack and the cat jumps down and takes it.

I give her a few more before heading to my house. The first thing I do was run to the bathroom and quickly turned the shower onto a nice warm setting and I go to get my clothes as the water heats up. As I go back I see Taylor about to enter. "Hey, I'm about to shower." I call out and she scoffs. "Please, I get to shower before you." She bites back.

"Come on Taylor, I'm freezing from being in the water and I just got home. Why didn't you shower while I was gone?" I asked with a frown. "Because I didn't want to then, but now I do." She says and I frown. "Iris, just let your sister take a shower, it shouldn't take too long." My mom called and I frowned before going back to my room and sinking onto the bed.

Well an hour in a half later Taylor finally finishes and I run to the shower before she decides to do a full facial treatment or whatever she does. I put it on hot and frown when it's barely even considered warm, leave it to Taylor to take all the hot water. I end up taking a pathetic excuse of a shower before going downstairs and making myself some hot chocolate to warm myself up. Thank god Taylor didn't come down and try to take it from me or else I'd have to cut a bitch.

Once I finished up I decide to go to bed. I crash down on my small bed and curl up into a ball and wrap my covers around me. I start to doze off when I hear a loud crashing sound in the kitchen that makes me jump up. I run downstairs in only a large t-shirt and black underwear into the kitchen. "What's going on?" I call out and I hear footsteps upstairs and see Taylor coming down. "What did you do, freak?" Taylor asks and I roll my eyes.

"I didn't do anything, just came down to investigate." I replied with a sour expression. I guess our parents were not gone since they obviously weren't home or else Mr. Ferris would be down here watching some shitty news broadcasting show. I peer into the opening and look around the kitchen. That's when I saw some glowing thing on the counter, two to be exact.

Taylor and I walked over and saw they were two jar necklaces with some glowing blue thing in the middle of them. We each pick one up gingerly and Taylor's face turns into one of realization. "This is just like the fanfics. I out this on and I get to go to the TV show world!" Taylor said before putting it on. "Wait we probably shouldn't. You don't just wear some weird necklace you magically find in your kitchen, you call the cops." I tried to reason but she didn't listen.

That's when I felt a burning in the palm of my hand and saw the jar cap was now gone and it was melting into my skin. I let out a small squeak and saw the one on Taylor's neck was doing the same thing. Her face was the last thing I saw before I blacked out, and boy do I wish I could've seen anything other than that mug of hers.