Chapter OO — Prologue
When you're going on a cruise, it usually means: vacation, relaxation and fun, but I can tell you right here and right now, three reasons why I won't be enjoying my cruise.
Number one, the biggest bitch (besides Olivia Robbins) will officially become my step-mother once we board the ship.
Number two, my ex-boyfriend and the school Queen B, Olivia Robbins will ALSO be boarding the ship as invited wedding guests. Funny, as if it wasn't bad enough that I was cheated on.
Number three, my two-faced, perverted jerk of a step-brother will be taking the room next to mine. Believe me; I'm not excited to be living next to the prep-jock manwhore, if you know him like I do… You wouldn't either.
This is Baby Joan Summers speaking, preferably Joan Summers— because Baby is just an overly unoriginal and embarrassing name. If I had the choice to turn back time I would've full on objected it…But then again if I could actually turn back time I wish I could've done something for my dead mother…
Like make her proud or something, even if I couldn't save her.
Perhaps...Be someone like her; like the popular cheerleader she was or maybe becoming the lead for a school musical or maybe even prom queen…
But who am I kidding? I'm the quiet, shy and most uninvolved girl there is at school and I never take any interest in those "popular girl" activities. The only thing that makes me feel alive is dancing. It doesn't matter what style it is, whether its krump, popping, new jazz, breaking or contemporary— any of that stuff gives a surge through out my body and it actually makes me feel alive...Like I am alive.
So as I stood just a few steps away from the enormous ship of hell, cursing about how fcuked up my life is and going to be… I failed to notice a handsome side swept haired heartthrob getting on-board.
I also failed to notice that every misfortune—comes a miracle.
