Jess's POV
All eyes fell on the unknown beauty that made her way gracefully down the staircase, her glass slippers tapping softly on the ground beneath her forget-me-not blue dress. The prince knew from that moment on that she was the one.
He made her way to her through the crowd, past the sniveling ugly step-sisters that frowned at the sight of a girl attracting the prince's attention. The mystery girl turned a deep scarlet at the luring eyes that gazed at her with much interest. Her thoughts of running back up the staircase, back to her glass carriage were interrupted by the hand of the prince, which her extended to her. The girl smiled and placed her hand in his as her pulled her gently to the ballroom floor where the music began to play once again.
Together the handsome prince and the fair maiden danced to their hearts content, both forgetting the crowd of people surrounding them. But they didn't mind, that is, until the clock stroke twelve-
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Jess! Get your butt out of bed!" My mother's screeching voice shattered my much too pleasant dreams. My eyes wandered with weary to my little clock that shined 5 AM. Work already, time for another miserable day of my life.
I rolled out of bed with much discomfort and threw on my old baby blue jeans with my white T-shirt. Nothing fabulous. Oh well.
"Jess! Latte! Now!" Mother's voice woke me up from dozing off once again as I threw on my ratty tennis shoes and ran down the flight of stairs to where the kitchen lay. It was a mess as usual; mother put the responsibility on me to clean up after her late-night snack.
I threw my hair up and dove into cleaning the dishes that were coated with sticky milk and dried up cereal. Scrub scrub, stack stack, dry, dry, my normal routine. Oh what a joy.
Next, making mothers Latte. While it was steaming, I pulled out two, identical plush pink lunch pails with the names Paris and London engraved into them with much too pink sparkles. My lovely *groan* sisters.
"Jeeeeess!" Speak of the two devils. Paris, 16 years of age just like me, 5 foot 3, clicked in on much too high heels with London, 8 years of age, dramatic and bratty, strutting in an 8 year old way behind her.
"Jess," Paris gasped in a dramatic tone, her hand posed over her open mouth in surprise, "are you really wearing that ugly shirt again? It completely lacks any color and those rags you call shoes have got to go! You already are the school loser, at least try to have some pride." London laughed in a mocking tone beside her.
"Thank you for that wise and thoughtful advice Paris," I smiled sweetly, "I will take your kind words into consideration and strive to be as wonderful as you." A frown spread on both of the girl's faces as Paris gave a huff as slapped her hand across my face. I fell to the ground in shock and pain, clutching my cheek where I was sure a bruise would emerge in the given time.
"Mommy! Jess is slacking off again!" London whined in a 2 year olds voice as she and Paris turned a heel and walked away from, taking place next to my mother where she now stood, her outfit as obnoxiously pink as my sisters.
"Get off the floor Jess and get me my Latte. You look like an idiot." Mother sneered, making the same cruel face as the two others.
"Yes mother." I nodded slowly, wincing at the pain in my cheek as I picked myself up from the floor.
"You are the most selfish child I know Jess!" Mothers speech began once again, "I adopt you into my humble home with two of the most generous sisters in the entire world and this is how you repay me? When I ask you to do something so simple for me you just slack off? You truly are a selfish and bratty child!" Mother and my two sisters then left me alone, slamming the front door behind them. As soon as I heard the rumble of Mother's over-priced car roll out to the street, I collapsed to the floor once again in tears.
"Somebody, please," I cried, "get me out of this hell. Help me."