Prologue.
Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was five years old with long dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a loving father and a caring mother. Her life seemed tragedy struck.
The day started out as any other. The young girl work up at 8:00AM, as always. Her mother plaited her hair into pigtails and dressed her in a white top under a blue dress. The woman then left her daughter to play with her dolls.
She quickly kissed her husband and said goodbye to her little girl before driving to work. That was when things went wrong.
The girl first knew something was wrong when she saw her father talking to the officer at the door. She knew something was wrong when he walked towards her, tears streaming down his face, and gel her tight. He told her that her mother was with the angels now. The little girl didn't believe in God but she knew what her father was saying. Her mother was never coming home.
Her father decided she still needed a Mother figure in her life. He married Selena Cartlington. Selena had two daughters, Priscilla and Amelia. Everything was good until her father died of a heart attack. Ten she found out the ugly truth. Selena only married her father for his money. She was seven then.
From that day onwards, the girl was treated like a slave, forced to do Selena, Priscilla and Amelia's bidding. She was a servant and slave in her own home. All she ever dreamt about was getting away from there. The girl had a single friend, Fay. Fay looked out for her when Selena hit her or when things got bad. One day, the girl's life changed.
The girl is me. My name is Ella Cinders, this is my story.