A/N: So this is my new story I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to check out my other stories. Their description goes by the book version, except on the vampires there eyes are the color I chose, unless it was stated on the official guide. I made up last names for some of the characters that didn't have one.
Disclaimer: If I owed the Twilight Saga, I would be rich and I wouldn't be writing this
Cinderbella
School what a yawn
My name is Isabella Swan. I am one of those girls who dreams about marrying a prince. One of those girls that believe in fairy tales with burning passion. I still waited for that young, handsome prince to sweep me off my feet and onto a snow white horse. Then we would gallop blissfully towards the brilliant sunset.
Of course, that's not happening any time soon. I'm a prisoner to my stepmother and her daughters. After my father's death, she got everything he owned, including me. I'm not of age yet and I have to stay here for the remaining years. Its torture being here, I'd rather be dragged slowly down a path of knives. Ok I'm exaggerating.
I closed the diary with a feeling of wretchedness. I flicked the light off as gray sunlight streamed in. It was going to be yet again another gloomy day in Forks, Washington. I remember detesting this insignificant town and its gloomy ubiquitous shade.
I got up swiftly, searching my small closet for decent clothing. I drew out an off-white long sleeved shirt and blue denim jeans. I donned those on rapidly and shoved my cold feet into warm boots. I grabbed a dark, baggy jacket and my brilliant orange backpack.
I heard my phone buzz from my pocket, I already knew who it was. I flipped the old phone open and a shrilly voice pierced the cool air.
"Isabella!" my stepmother Victoria shrieked. "Where are you? I want my breakfast!"
"Um, I'll be up soon." I said climbing down the attic, which sadly is my bedroom.
"Alright, hurry up." She hissed, and then hung up.
Although, the attic got frightfully cold it was broad. Well, as broad as it can get. Apparently, I didn't deserve having a normal bedroom. Victoria says dad used to spoil me too much and that her daughters never had much. So, I was stuck in the attic while her irritating yipping dogs got my old bedroom. Both Lauren and Jessica got there on bedroom, which I was suppose to clean frequently.
Peppermint, my small brown dog, wagged its tail as I appeared in her line of sight. She was one of the last presents I got from my dad. She was part Chihuahua so she was rather tiny.
I made heart-shaped pancakes; Victoria only ate them that way. I also diced a fruit salad. I took the food upstairs, first giving some to the bimbos and then to Victoria.
Victoria lay on her wide bed snoring. Her orange ringlets were tangled, a pool of saliva dripping down her jaw. My nose scrunched up at the sight.
"Victoria?" Her eyes popped open.
"Oh, its you." Who else would it be?
"Here you go, Victoria." I handed her her plate.
"Ma'am." She said through a mouthful of pancakes.
"Huh?" Did she just call me ma'am?
She sipped her orange juice and glared at me.
"Call me ma'am." She shrieked.
"Oh, uh ma'am." I stammered.
She waved her pale hand towards the door and I stumbled out. I rapped on Jessica and Lauren's pale pink door. A moment later, there was a shuffle and the door swung open. Lauren's silky, straight, silvery blond mane was ruffled and stuck out in every direction. Her green fishy eyes narrowed as she glowered down at me.
"What do you want?" Lauren spat in her hollow, nasally voice.
I could hear Jessica prattling frenziedly in the background to Tanya Wood.
"Here's your breakfast." I gave her her food and Jessica's
"Ooh, yummy." Jessica's unruly ringlets bounced softly as she poked her head out the door.
Jessica and Lauren had different fathers. Their mother wasn't exactly the most faithful woman on the face of the earth. Lauren was older by a few months. I'm just glad my mother wasn't anything like her mom. Though, my mother was bouncing around the world looking for a cure for cancer or something similar to that.
Jessica snatched the tray out of my hand and began devouring the food. With a mouthful of pancakes, she waved me off. Lauren slammed the door stridently in my face. I blinked twice and then strolled away.
I dashed outside and with a loud creak opened the rusted door of my car. My Chevy pickup truck was orange with round silvery fenders and rusted sides. It was ancient, a hand me down from the Swan family, an heirloom. I roared the truck to live and started the heater to warm me up.
A rubbed my hands together creating heat to burst softly in them. From the rearview mirror, I could see Victoria's waxy face and carroty curls. Her hypnotic green eyes narrowed as her face contorted into an accustomed scowl. Without a second thought, I peeled off the driveway and sped away to school.
I was one of the first few students there. Lauren and Jessica were nearly always late. I flicked my eyes around searching for any sign of my best friends. Alice Cullen, my best friend bounded into view. Her lithe movements were swift as she approached.
Alice stared at me with her dark eyes and flipped her short, spiky hair lightly. She stretched out a small, bony hand towards my hair and brushed the fly aways. She frowned her small features darkening with disappointment.
"You look awful," she whispered folding her small hands on her chest.
"It's nice to see you too," I spat narrowing my eyes playfully.
"Oh, you no I didn't mean it all that bad," she gasped suddenly. "I have make up in my bag I can—"
I didn't dare let her finish. "'S okay, Alice, really."
"But, Bella—" I pressed my forefinger on her lips softly.
"Not this time," I smiled. "Maybe later at my house."
"Fine," she grumbled. "But I'm not doing any makeovers on Lauren or Jessica."
"I didn't ask."
"I know." Her eyes focused on an object from behind me. "Oh, Angela's here."
A tall girl with long, silky brown hair. She navigated her way towards them being careful not to bump into anybody. She tugged on her cream-colored cardigan and ruffled the tips of her honey hair lightly. She stood straight and tall next to Alice, which made Alice look painfully small even smaller than normal.
"Hello," she whispered faintly.
"Hi, Angela." I smiled kindly at her.
"Hey, Angie!" Alice beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Angela merely smiled at Alice before we were rudely interrupted. Tanya whipped her smooth strawberry blond hair in my face as she spoke to Alice.
"Is your brother here?" She hissed in a nasally voice.
"Which one?" Alice smirked.
"Edward, of course." Tanya sighed while whipping me with her hair again.
"Um, could you stop having those weird hand spasms of yours," I swallowed roughly as she glared at me. Her blue eyes were sharp and icy.
"What spasms." She gave me a murderous expression. "I don't have any."
"Well, stop slapping me with that rough hair of yours." I spat.
Edward Cullen showed up then, climbing out of a sleek, silvery Volvo. His tousled bronze hair waved in the light breeze. His burly brother, Emmett Cullen and his best friend Jasper Hale stepped out of the car. Tanya rushed over to them shrieking words in her shrilly, nasally voice.
I rolled my eyes and saw Alice waving at Jasper. Alice had a crush on Jasper and will always jabber about him. He, of course, barely noticed her. I looked away from her when I saw Jasper kissing the life out of Lauren, who for the first time wasn't late. Jessica was babbling to her crush Mike Newton, who had his attention somewhere else.
Alice whimpered, her bottom lip quivered but she unleashed no tears. She sniffed jaggedly and got out her make up. She dabbed some skin-colored powder underneath her eyes and sprayed a perfume that smelled like vanilla.
"Shall we get going girls?" She asked. "Rosalie said she felt sick when I called her this morning."
We nodded and hooked our arms to her small ones. Together we walked silently to class.
A/N: Short? Yes, sorry about it. Should I continue? Maybe. Hopefully. Review. I'm planning on making this very dramatic and soap opra-ish but Cinderella-y also.
