This is the first actual chapter, enjoy ^^

It was a normal day. As normal as you get with the wicked stepfather and sisters. All those Cinderella stories, they do not apply. At least not in my case.

"Hurry up in there!" Bella yelled, banging on the door.

I glared at the door. I opened it, with my toothbrush still in my mouth and looked at her.

I took the toothbrush out of my mouth and turned to the sink. After spitting out the toothpaste, I said, "I've been in here for five minutes. Five, cinco, go." English, Spanish and Japanese. She should get one of them, right?

"I don't know what that last sentence was," Bella said in her high-pitched, annoying voice. "But I need the bathroom. I have a very important recital tonight."

I looked at her, "It starts at seven. PM. News flash, Bella, its seven AM right now."

"Are you arguing with my princess?" I rolled my eyes as Richard came to stand next to his daughter. "Get out of the bathroom."

I grabbed my bag of things and pushed by them. "Whatever, I was done anyway. It's just the fact that she doesn't need twelve hours to prep." Honestly, all I had been able to do was brush my teeth.

Bella "hmphed" at me, "Says the girl who doesn't know what it's like to be popular."

"Great," I called back, not turning to face her. "It means I can stay out of rehab when I get older." I slammed my door on them and locked it. I brushed out my hair and changed into my jeans and T-shirt there.

I spent the rest of the day on my bed with my guitar. My sheets of music were sprawled all over my bed and the hard case was open on the floor, filled with more. My pencil sat behind my ear as I strummed my instrument. The case was lined with red velvet and satin. The case itself was black with gold stitching. Most kids with ADHD can't sit still long enough to write a song. For me though, music is the only thing I seem to be good at. That and my Mythology class.

Every school I've been to, the music teachers were dying to have me in their choir. The theater teachers begged me to be in their musicals. They all said I was the best singer they had ever heard. I wasn't a full soprano, but I wasn't close to being an alto. I was happily in the middle.

At the school I was in now, I had to share it with Bella and Kellie. When people heard my singing, they started bugging me. I need to learn to not sing to my Ipod during lunch . . . A few people wanted me to join the recital and out sing Bella. I would, if I didn't have to live with Bella afterwards.

Around 4ish, Richard banged on my door, "Keep it down in there. My princess has to relax and practice. Don't bother her."

I sighed in annoyance. Ignoring what he had said, I continued strumming and singing.

"Shut up in there!" Bella yelled from her room an hour and a half later.

I ignored her as well. My music was my music. It was the only thing that kept me sane in this House of Horrors.

I didn't even pause when Bella started banging on my door. I continued to sing as I looked at the wood. I continued to sing even when Richard used his spare key, which he only had for my room, to barge in. I only stopped when Bella stomped in and grabbed my guitar from me.

I glared at her, "Give it back."

She flipped her hair and turned her back to me, leaving my room. I followed her.

"Leave her alone," Richard told me.

"I will when she gives me my guitar back," I told him.

Bella turned to glare over her shoulder at me. She had put her short hair up into curlers and had way too much makeup on. I saw Kellie poke her head out of her room to look at us. She was 'relaxing' too, since she had a meet to run the next day.

"Give it back," I said again, holding my hand out to Bella.

She turned fully to me, and sneered, "I think I'd rather burn it."

I felt a twitch.

Bella turned to Richard, "Daddy, can I please burn this annoying contraption?" She gave her pouty, childish look.

I growled, "Don't you dare. That's my guitar and I want it back."

She glared at me again, "Oh please, you don't even know where it came from, huh?"

I continued to glare.

She smiled triumphantly, "Both of your parents are dead beats, and you hate the fact that it's true. You hate that I'm, as usual, right and you're wrong. I have the best Daddy in the world and you have nothing." She smiled up at her father who smiled proudly back at her.

"At least I have real looks and talent," I shot back.

She returned to her own glaring.

"Give it back," I repeated lowly.

She hefted it over her shoulder, like it was a softball bat and set her other hand on her hip. Her manicured fingernails glinted in the fading sunlight that came through the window over the stairs.

She raised the guitar. She was going to smash hit.

I felt a thud come up behind my eyes, like the ones you get when you have a migraine. This wasn't a headache though. Next thing I knew, Bella's hair, which had been packed with curlers and hair spray, burst into flames.

She quickly dropped my guitar and I barely caught it before it hit the ground. Bella was screaming, high pitched. Kellie was leaning in her doorway, watching in shock. Richard started freaking out.

While they figured that out, I ran back into my room. I shoved my sheet music and some clothes into my guitar case and put the instrument itself in too. I latched it closed and threw the strap over my shoulder. I came out of my room in time to be met with a very mad looking Richard.

His face was going purple as he glared at me, "What did you do to my princess?"

"How should I know?" I asked, pushing by him.

"I want you out of my house!" he roared. "I don't want you anywhere near us again."

"Trust me!" I yelled back, "It would be my pleasure!" I walked out the front door and he slammed it behind me.

As I stalked down the street, I saw Kellie standing in the window. She was watching me with a mix of fear and disgust written on her face. Like I cared anymore.

I walked to the edge of town until the high way turned into a barren forest on either side. That was where I stopped. The sun had set and the moon and stars were out. I set my case on the ground and sat on it.

"Great job, Flare," I muttered. "Now where?"

I set my elbows on my knees and rested my head on my fists. I sighed.

As much as I hated it, Bella was right. My parents were dead beats. I never knew either of them. My mom left me with Richard without as much as a note. The only thing I had was the guitar. I don't know who gave it to me. In the velvet lining on the inside, someone had sewed in "For my girl." That was it though. No names. No 'love dad' or 'love mom.' I was someone's girl, but whose, I didn't know.

I looked up at the sky, which was a habit I had. The sky was interesting to me. I saw a shooting star fly across the black blanket.

I sighed and started to sing, "Shooting star, a beautiful light in the sky. Yet you're so far, out of my reach. Starlight, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Grant the wish I wish tonight. Shooting star, come back and save me from this place."

I stood again and picked up my guitar case. I started to walk when I saw another flash from the sky. When I looked up there was a white streak moving across the darkness. It was a lot bigger and brighter then a shooting star. I watched as it moved through the sky, down the road.

Follow me, Flare a voice said in my head. I'll take you somewhere where you'd be accepted. I stumbled forward slightly and then ran after the light. That could not be a star. But if it wasn't a star, then what was it? A meteor? And what was with the voice. I had to be going crazy.

The light started fading after a few minutes, until it was completely gone. I slowed down and then stopped, looking for it to reappear again. It didn't.

The adventure's just starting, I'll try to update soon!