I'd call this my Cinderella story, but I don't think that description quite fits. You'd immediately assume that at the end of the story I would be whisked away into a "happily ever after" with my perfect "Prince Charming". Yeah, that's not exactly what happened. Now, I'm warning you; this story is nothing is nothing like the cheesy Cinderella movies with Hilary Duff and Selena Gomez. Yes, I'm a witch and I've seen them (You can't live with my cousins and not see them).
My name is Addie and I live in a mansion on a farm. You see, my mom died when I was really young so it was just me and my dad. I was 10 years old when he died and was left in custody of my Aunt Trish, my mother's aunt. Dad and I had lived in a simple farmhouse on our farm. Aunt Trish had completely remodeled it. The only thing that's the same was my room and the farm. Aunt Trish is like Barbie's mother. Older, fake blonde, and has had more plastic surgery than a rubber duck. Her two daughters, Kate and Bailey are my age and are just like my Aunt except they dye their hair ten different shades of brown in a week. They go to the tanning bed at least 2 twice a week and they're those girls who think putting on 10 tons of make-up is attractive. They've always hated me and probably always will. Apparently, I'm a "stupid blonde American freak." That's probably the nicest thing they've ever said to me.
Anyway, that's my extremely interesting family history. What about me? I'm average height and have long dishwater blonde hair that's falls naturally straight to my elbows with bangs that sweep across my forehead. I mostly wear tshirts and jeans. My dad was from New York, and I grew up there until I turned 7, so I've got an American accent. I love music. Green Day, Panic! At the Disco, Maroon 5, Paramore, Neon Trees. You name it, I've probably heard it or have it on my ipod (my last birthday present from my dad). That's about it. I am rather odd, but I'll spare you the weird going-ons in my mind for now.
Oh, did I add that I'm a human house elf? I cook, I clean, I bake, I dust, I singlehandingly take care of the farm, I- well you get the gist.
Now for the part you really care about, right? When it all started?
How to begin…..