Disclaimer : I don't own SWAC, ABC, or Another Cinderella Story. Just John, Jacob, and Sonny's crapy phone. Lol.

Authors Note: Well I've had this story written down for about a month now and I've completely forgotten to post it. I remembered about a week ago when "Another Cinderella Story" showed on ABC.. (Sonny's thoughts are italicized) If you like this please review and comment. Otherwise I will just discontinue it :/ Also, check out my stories "Chad with a chance of eavesdropping" and "Sonny with a chance of eavesdropping" Thanks so much, lots of love, iOutspoken

I plopped down onto my bed, dog-tired from working all day.

"Finally!" I breathed out as I tensely picked at my cuticles, hoping that my stepbrothers John or Jacob wouldn't walk in. I despised the man Mom married. If that's what she was happy with though…

I sighed loudly. I was in my room now. Nobody could hear me. I knew mom could save me from this hell but, by complaining what I would be doing would be shooting down her confidence, making her miserable and worst of all sending her out looking for another mate.

"Lighten up Sonny, it's not worth the trouble" I mumbled to myself. I stared down at new phone.

"New". Hah. I missed my cow phone. Rob, my stepfather, insisted that John really needed a new phone and that I'd be just fine with this dinosaur. Despite of being a working actress, and John only being twelve-"and six eights" as he always added.

Mom was out at work much too early in the mornings anyways, why bother saying anything. Would it really make a difference? Again, all it would do would put her through more anxiety. She didn't need that.

I mean… living with Rob and his bratty kids had its advantages. For one thing, I have my own room. – it's a decent size too, bigger than my old room. Mom doesn't seem to work any less though. It's almost as if she works even more now. Every night before dozing off, I remind myself "at least you have a bigger room now" , but always afterwards I ask myself " Does a full-size room really matter more than what's going on in my life?" "How Rob would make me miss rehearsals, just to watch his children, even when he was home?" "How I had almost lost my spot on "So Random" because he wanted to watch "the game" in silence?" "How I'd have to just barely, squeeze in personal hygiene because I was busy cleaning up behind those two brats?"

I heaved a sigh again, only this time in glee. Weekdays past 9:30 were always my retreat. Of course- after putting thing one and thing two to sleep. I stripped down out of my mucky clothing and I put on my nightgown, really an oversized t-shirt of my mother's. I hopped into my bed and frowned as I looked down at my "new phone" once again.

"Chill Sonny, at least you still have some kind of bond to your social life." I mumbled, upset. That's how I spent most of my time since mom got married. Pissed off.

I reached over my bedside and grabbed my phone. I glared at it-it was a dark gray-an extremely depressing color, along with being such a gloomy tint, the paint was chipping, revealing an even darker, more miserable gray. I sighed as I tried to get to my phonebook through my cell phone- but some keys were missing, and sometimes the phone would shut off unexpectedly. Almost as if it had gotten wet at some point.

Upon finally reaching my destination –"Phonebook" I squealed in delight, only to scowl once more. I had grown so accustomed to my full keyboard on my cow phone that I had forgotten how to use a normal phone. My fingers clumsily glided over the keys until I found the familiar, trio of a name I had been looking for. "Chad Dylan Cooper" I skimmed over his name and selected "Send Message." We had left a "battle" halfway earlier, and I knew I wouldn't sleep calmly, well less calmly than usual, that I wouldn't be able to snooze without thinking about it first.

At a snail's pace I wrote "So we're good?" I watched in awe as a small black and white hourglass showed up on the tiny phone's screen and began to turn over. Slowly-of course. Suddenly I heard a low blip and blurry text popped up, confirming that I had sent the message. I huffed and glowered at my hands. The nice deep shade of red I had painted my nails with yesterday night was more than half way gone, and my hands felt rough, almost like a mans. They felt battered and ugly. Not to mention the small scrapes I had on them from amusing the brats. I sulked and tried to think of something more positive, like rehearsal tomorrow. I wasn't being myself. I wasn't Sonny anymore. I yearned, I craved, to be Sonny but with my new "home", things were just never the same anymore. Not since Rob.

Lost in my hopeful, upbeat thoughts, I almost didn't noticed the low beep my phone made, indicating that I had received a message. "Oh we're so good" read the message on my screen. I could almost hear Chad saying those four words. Regardless of ignoring him when I see him, or being rude to him when we do talk… I smiled at the thought of talking to Chad. He could be a total jerk but sometimes, he was a really thoughtful guy.

I thought about sending a message to Tawni, Nico, Grady, or even Zora but the process was much too long. And I was feeling tired. At least I'd be able to see everybody tomorrow. I could rehearse sometimes, and today I had gotten so far ahead of my chores that I might even have time to relax tomorrow! I'm sure Rob would think up some new chores for me to do, but as for the bright side, if he didn't, I could pretend that my life was the same as it was, as recent as a few months ago.

I stayed up, I'm not sure what I was expecting. I lightly ran my damaged fingers over the blisters on my hands, and I glared at nothing in particular as I thought about how Rob would pretend to be nice to me tomorrow morning as my mom finished up her daily routine, and sprinted out the door, and then the second she left he would yell at me, spit on me and make me do chores that should take a few days to get done, in just a few hours.

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