A/N: Hey people! I have Jendall fever! Why? Cause I just watch "Big Time Rescue" yesterday! Why? Cause I was busy, that's why I didn't watch it. And I got this idea when me and my niece was watching "Cinderella" on Disney. Yes, I'm still childish! Well, Disney is AWESOME! Anyway, I should stop writing so you could read the story...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Except the storyline.
Credits: To my cousin for helping me with this story.
Chapter 1: Prologue
(Jo's POV)
"Josephine!" my stepmother called me. "Where the heck are you?!" "I'm here!" I said.
My stepmother gave me a disgusting look and pointed to the table. "Clean all this table before we open! Hurry!" She spat and threw a rag to me. Suddenly I heard someone giggling. I turned around and saw my two stepsisters laughing. Their names are Crystal and Ruby. "Aww, looks like little Jo just got a chore to do. Too bad!" Ruby said. Then the both of them walked away.
My name is Josephine Taylor. But you can call me Jo. Yeah, before my life sucks I was actually from North Carolina. My life was perfect before my mom passed away in an accident when I was nine. Me and my dad was really depressed. Soon enough, my dad has a new job, and we moved to Minnesota. The weather was really cold but I got used to it. Soon enough, my dad got married to my stepmother and my dad open this new restaurant. My dad also also introduce my new stepsisters. When my dad is not around, they would always ask me to do their chores or homework. When I'm thirteen, my dad passed away. He passed his business to my stepmom. And from that day, my stepmom and my stepsisters treats me like trash.
But there's only three people that are like family to me, which is Antonio the restaurant's chef, his daughter/school mate Stephanie and my best friend Camille. Yes, to everyone their like normal people, but to me their amazing. They sometimes helps me with the chores that my stepmom and sisters. Me, Camille and Stephanie goes to the same school, Cross Crescent High-school. We're the school biggest dorks ever! But we just ignore those nasty comments.
After I'm done wiping all those dirty stains off the tables, I pick my guitar case and switch the closed sign to open and went to the park. I took out my guitar and place my guitar case next to me. And I started strumming Ta few chords. And started singing.
Sorta been a two way street
But you never walked my way
I gave you my everything
But you didn't do what you should've done
And left me halfway
So much for stickin it out
Guess it doesn't matter now
No difference with or without
Cause I was
never apart of you group so
I'm gonna push on through it
You think I'm missing out on you
But I'll show you what I can do
So thanks for giving up on me
Turns out it's just what I needed
To be
A little more free
I never slowed my pace
Too scared of being erased
Can't be here running in place
So you can keep it
Hear this
I don't need your name
Cause I was
never apart of you group so
I'm gonna push on through it
You think I'm missing out on you
But I'll show you what I can do
So thanks for giving up on me
Turns out it's just what I needed
To be
A little more free
You took me up and down
You took me round and round
Yeah you made me dizzy Then
You let me hit the ground
So now I'm movin on
This ain't where I belong
Watch me now
I'll prove you all wrong
Never apart of you group so
I'm gonna push on through it
You think I'm missing out on you
But I'll show you what I can do
So thanks for giving up on me
Turns out it's just what I needed
To be
A little more free
A little more free
A little more free
So Thanks for givin up on me
Turns out it's just what I needed
To be
A little more free
After I finish singing. There were people clapping and people throwing money into my guitar case. I just thanked them and bought a sandwich. Yes, I earn my pocket money by playing the guitar on the road-side.
Well, it's not like every person life has a happy ending like fairy-tales can't they?
