Chapter 1 (Cinderella's POV)

I shoved all of my clothes into my five Betsey Johnson bags. Okay, maybe it was a lot of clothes, but I can't bear to leave anything from my walk in closet. Everything from my scarves to my dresses just had to come.

I was so excited. Instead of spending this year at the city private school, I would be headed to Disney High. Disney High was an exclusive private school where only the smartest, most talented and most rich high school students could attend.

Lucky for me, my father had left me a ton of cash in his will, reserved for Disney High. I also used a lot of the money for a full on Victoria's Secret shopping spree but I'm sure his dead corpse won't mind.

The best part about it was that I could leave my step sisters and my mother behind. I was sick and tired of their cruelty. My stepmother won't let me out past ten. No, that's only reserved for my two dorks of sisters. Correction. Step-sisters. I'm not even sure why my father married her. She was ten years older than him and we had more money. I guess he died for a reason.

But that wasn't important. What was important was my Micheal Kors watch as it was delicately placed in my carry on. I zipped up each of my suitcases and headed downstairs. My step idiots were waiting for me.

"I guess this is goodbye," sneered my step-mother.

"Yeah," I said coldly. "I guess it is. Later."

And with that I jumped out the door. My driver was waiting for me outside. He took my bags and put them in the trunk. I climbed into the back seat and started listening to Ke$ha.

I was in the middle of the "Tik Tok" chorus when the car stopped. I opened my door and looked up at Disney High. It was a huge campus that made a U.

I took my bags and walked to the girl's dormitory. I was on the fourth level in room 4A. I opened the door. I hoped my roommate had a good fashion sense. There was no way I was going to settle for some Target shopper.

Sitting on one of the beds was a girl wearing a beautiful pink summer dress that had to be expensive. Around her neck was a golden necklace that had a slash of pink in the middle. She was wearing a pear of white pumps that I recognized from the fall collection of Prada. Her blonde hair was straight at the top but turned into volumized waves. Her makeup was done well, showing off her blue eyes. I had to admit she was beautiful but she definitely couldn't compare to me.

She stood up and walked toward me. She held out her hand and I took it.

"I'm Aurora," she said. "Aurora Dawn."

"I'm Cinderella Cendrillion," I said. She looked at me with shock. My mother had a way with names. "You can call me Cindie." I added a little smile and she smiled back.

I slid my suitcases near my bed. I carefully unpacked all of my clothes and put them in my dresser. When I was finished I looked over at Aurora. She was listening to something on her bedazzled pink iPod.

"Nice dress," I complimented.

"Oh this," she laughed. "I made it. I have quite the hand at sewing. I want to become a seamstress but…"

"But what?" I asked. If I was in a room with a future seamstress then we could have quite a future. With my excellent opinion in fashion and her sewing methods we could make the best line of clothing ever.

"My father," she said in disgust. "He never lets me sew. He's such a bore."

"That's too bad," I said.

On the inside I wanted to scream at her. At least she has parents. All I have are my step idiot… oh! And my driver.

"What about your parents?" Aurora asked.

"They're dead," I said. "I have a step id- I mean… I have a step-mother and two step sisters but they're both idiots."

"Oh. I'm sorry," she said.

"So, what do you think you'll be doing here?" I asked, changing the conversation.

"Definitely cheerleading," said Aurora. "I prefer to be the pretty popular one not those stupid nerds."

"I know right," I laughed. She was funny and we were about the same. "I want to be a cheerleader too."

Cheerleaders are always pretty and popular. They get to wear pretty uniforms. The entire school loves them. Plus, we get to go home with the football team. I was still secretly a virgin, but I wasn't going to tell this girl that. She looked like somebody who gets around. I didn't want to be the one to say that I'm fifteen and still a virgin.