A Cinderella Story (Samcedes style)
Sam Montgomery: Mercedes Jones
Austin Ames: Sam Evans
Hal Montgomery: Mr. Jones
Rhonda: Carole Hummel-Hudson
Fiona: Sue Sylvester
Carter: Kurt Hummel
Shelby:Quinn Fabray
Shelby's Posse: Santana, Brittany
Austin's friends: Puck, Mike
Brianna: Tina
Gabriella: Rachel
Diner Shop: Mechanic Shop
Mechanic Shop Workers: Will, Beiste, Lauren, Finn
Was watching this move on ABC Family and got inspired. If you have watched the movie, there are things I'm going to make into my own. I have another story like this, but I needed to start on this because it won't go away until I write it down!
Hope you guys like it!
PROLOGUE (MERCEDES POV)
Once upon a time, in a far away land; lived a beautiful little girl and her widowed father.
Hold on, you are probably wondering, what a cliché way to start a story. Well, it's the first time I opened up about the wonderful, tragic and romantic moments in my life; so don't judge me.
My name is Mercedes Jones, I'm 18 years old and I'm about to embark on one of the most amazing adventures of my life. But, before I continue, I think I should start telling you the story of where I grew up.
That "far away land" I was talking about several minutes ago; yeah not really. Where I grew up, and recently live is none other than a small town called Lima, Ohio. Its only far away, because It's far away from population.
But to me, growing up; Lima was my sanctuary. My father and I used to drive down the neighborhood and wave hello to our friends. My father was one of the owners of a mechanic shop that belonged to my godfather; Burt Hummel. I spent my childhood learning about fuels, engines, and carburetors; while my best friend and childhood brother Kurt tried to stay away from the grease. He was a young Tim Gunn, very precise about the sake of his outfits; but that's what I loved about him and I still do today.
I was my dad's best friend, and he was mine. We went to the park, where they had multiple baseball fields; we played for hours; hitting home runs every time I had a chance. I left my father with his mouth wide open once he saw the ball go for miles, and I took that chance to try to hit a home run; but he always caught me. Tickling me as I tried to sneak my way around him.
Although, being raised by a man, and not having a fashion sense, manners and etiquette fit for a girl of 9 years old; I never felt like I missed out on learning about make-up and dolls; which were never of important to me.
He taught me about rhythm and blues; all artists from Marvin Gaye, The Temptations, Nat King Cole, Etta James; and my favorite Miss Aretha Franklin. We sang all day and night until our voices died down and we couldn't speak. Little did I know, all those moments of singing was a calling to my hidden talent; that was singing. "Powerful like the mountains yet delicate as a rose," was what my father thought of my voice.
I was the luckiest girl in the world. For 10th birthday, my godfather and my father planned a big party at the Mechanic Shop they owned. Who knew with a little bit of air fresheners, banners, balloons, a jump house; the mechanic shop looked like a fun house. Kurt had picked out a beautiful sundress for me that made my dark coco skin shine. He combed my hair placing two broaches on the side, I felt pampered but I was the birthday girl and I was going to get all the attention anyway.
While my father was on the verge of taking my picture with my birthday cake in front of me; a tall women with long blond hair and a scrunched face didn't see the "Closed" sign in front of the Mechanic Shop, and wanted someone to fix her engine. The moment my father laid eyes on that women; it became love at first sight; at least for my father. To her, it was something more.
I had never seen my father that happy, until he decided to make this woman my stepmother. Her name was Sue Sylvester.
They got married two months after they had met, and I couldn't believe in just a short of time, my father would marry such a cold, heartless and evil women. Well, being was all those things to me when my father wasn't around. And to make matters worse, Sue came with her own children; Tina and Rachel Sylvester; her "adoptive daughters."
Tina was an Asian girl with blue, pink and green highlights that streamed down her black hair. She wore more make-up than a 10-year should, and wore clothes as if she attended funerals everyday. Rachel was of Jewish descent, and had a passion for dancing; even though she wasn't really good. She tired singing too, not exactly her forte also.
One Sunday night, while reading my favorite fairytale book before going to bed, I couldn't help but ask my father the one question I always thought about.
"Do fairytales come true dad?" I looked to him as he smiled and kissed the top of my head. Closing the book, he looked at me with disbelieve and tried not to disappoint me.
"Well no, but dreams come true." I smiled timidly and rested my head on his shoulder, then gazed up at him.
"Do you have a dream daddy?" Nodding, he placed the book next to me on top of my drawer.
"Yeah, my dream is that you'll grow up, go to college, and then maybe someday you'll build your own castle." I was so shy to ask him a question, I didn't like dolls, or any other girlie stuff; but when it came to princesses and princes and living life in fairytales; it happened to be my weakness.
"Dad, where do princesses go to college, because daddy I'm going to be a princess who acts and sings" He laughed but he didn't know how to answer my question; he kept turning his head side to side, trying to find a logical explanation.
"Uh, they go, where the other princes who act and sing go; they go to the kingdom of NYADA." The name sounded funny to me, making me laugh.
"But, Mercy you got to understand; fairytales aren't just about finding handsome princes. They are about fulfilling your dreams; it's about standing up for what you believe in. Just remember this book contains special and important things that you may need to know later in life."
I nodded as he kissed me on the cheek. He tucked me into bed, and before I could say goodnight, the siren for tornado warnings were heard nearby and that's when my father grabbed me in his arms and took me down in the basement where I'd be save.
I didn't want him to leave, he still had to get my stepmother and step sisters. I cried as he left; pulling him close to me; hugging him so tightly. I felt that in that moment it was like a goodbye; I felt something in my heart. Kissing me, he left to get the rest of my family.
The basement doors opened, drying my tears I smiled; thinking my father was the one who opened them. But it wasn't, it was Sue; followed by her adoptive daughters. They were all faceless; as they entered. Sue pushed me out of the way to make room for her daughters. Closing the door, Sue turned away from me and grabbed a corner; cuddling and protecting her daughters.
I just stood there staring at the closed basement doors, wanting my father to come through them, and hold me. But he didn't, hours passed the tornado had also, and I knew my world wouldn't be the same ever again.
Turns out, I wasn't the only one who lost a family member. Kurt lost a father and now he had lost both parents. Carole was the only family he had left and mine as well. But it seemed Sue had other plans for me.
Becoming the widow, she became the owner of everything my father owned, it turns out; the house; the mechanic shop and to her dismay; she owned me. I was kicked out of my room and into the basement; where the memory of that night stayed imprinted in my life forever. From then on, the only fairytales in my life are the ones I read in storybooks. I was done having dreams, they were useless to me.
This is story is just beginning, hopefully I didn't scare you off…
I hope you guys liked it! Please review and tell me if i should continue!