"Imogene!" That was my cruel, evil, wicked, self-centred, rude-wordedly-described aunt. Yup, she's cruella, I'm Cinderella, and you can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, under my- "Imogene Roxanne Baudelio Demetria Eva Vito Luisa Phillip Linda Harrison! Get down here now!" Sorry, I was listening to my iPod Shuffle.

And yes, my name is very long. Roxanne was my mom, who was born, raised, and was always from New Jersey. Baudelio was my dad who was born in Texas, but his family moved to New Jersey when he was seven. Demetria was my aunt on my dad's side, and I always call her aunt Mimi. Eva was my aunt on my mom's side (Who I am now staying with), the evil B. Vito was my grandpa on my dad's side, and Luisa was my grandma. Phillip and Linda are my grandparents on my mom's side. *Sigh* Glad we got that over with... Anyway Aunt Eva is calling, her majesty awaits...

I slowly walked down the stairs, wondering why my life turned out like this. My family, well we were struggling money-wise. My mom died of cancer last year, and since then, dad has been causing lots of trouble. So he's been sent to prison. Yup. I know what you're thinking; 'wow... how?' well, I'll explain that later.

"Yeah, Aunt Eva?" I asked, avoiding to make eye contact with her. She was giving me the 'CruEva Glare' as I like to call it. And, I instantly knew I was in trouble. For what? That's what I don't know.

"Don't give me that, young lady." She snapped. I sighed, still not making contact. "Two little birdies told me that you sneaked out last night, to go to that dance club of yours."

Them little birdie's would be my stupid cousins, Katheryn and Charlie. Stupid girl dogs.

"It's called DHQ." I mumbled.

"Hmm?" Eva asked.

"I said, no I didn't." I lied.

"Well, how come we have photographic proof?" Great.

I shrugged my shoulders in answer.

"You are grounded, young lady. No TV, no music, no friends, no reading, no guitar, no LAPTOP." My face instantly dropped.

"But-" I protested.

"No 'but' s!" Eva glared. "Now. Go to your room."

"How long am I grounded for?" I asked. She thought for a while.

"A month." She replied, smirking.

"A month?!" I repeated. This was NOT fair. She knew this wasn't fair. I could tell from that smirk of hers. I only went to the club because of the contest there. The winners got to meet Connect Three. I lost. And I practised so hard. Guess I didn't practise enough.

"Yes." She glared. "Now, your room."

I glared back at her as I walked up the stairs to my room. I opened my door as I realised something; She never said 'no cell phone'! I picked up my cell.

"Imogene, NO CELL PHONE!" Ahhhhh! Why? I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. The sound was muffled though. "I'm coming up there to take your things."

That cruel woman is a cruel, cruel woman. See, this is just like Cinderella. I'm Cinderella, Eva is the evil step-mom, my cousins are the ugly step-sisters and... and... I dunno. I highly doubt it will turn out like the end of Cinderella, though. I'm living in a nightmare fairytale. There's no prince.

Speaking of the she devil.

"Ok, TV." She started unplugging the TV and went downstairs. A minute later, she came back, took my boom box, guitar, laptop (that's where I read all the stories) and my cell. I really felt like crying. She was taking everything that was me, away from me. I can't read, write stories on my laptop and... I can't dance, because she took my boom box. I can't write songs properly because I have no guitar. I can't watch Connect Three in Camp Rock because she took my TV. I can't call or text my friends. If I couldn't do those things and be me, then how can I actually be me? This is so frustrating!

So, all I did that week, apart from school, was sleep. I even think I was sleeping at school, because it was a nightmare. Stephanie, the popular, was being her old self again. She wa the one who won the competition to meet Connect Three. Anyway, people at my school think of me as kinda an emo, but that's just because my mom died. They think I'm so upset and do emo things. I never told them about dad, though.

So maybe I do, do emo things. What's wrong with being emo? Yes, I do listen to emo music, but I do listen to R 'n' B, pop, rock, and stuff like that. My dress sense – I ALWAYS wear either fake leather (I'm against animal cruelty, and I'm a veggie) boots, or converse. Mostly converse. I ALWAYS wear dark colored jeans, or red ones, sometimes. I wear tops with really cool logos on. Any color, I'll wear them. See, I'm like them, somehow, but different. My hobbies are dancing (hip hop and free style), writing stories, reading them, drawing and shopping. Not that different than everyone else. But they don't see it that way.

I have a group of friends. Well… three. Brandi, Jake and Jessie. We're the not-so-popular people. Well, we're not even considered people. It was Sunday when I got grounded, so when I saw them on Monday, I ran up to all of them and gave them each a big hug.

"Wow, this is unusual. What did you do?" Brandi joked.

"I got grounded, that's what I did." I answered, grumpily.

"What?! How long for? Then again, what for?" Jake asked.

"I got grounded for a month," I started.

"Crap." Jessie mumbled.

"And I got grounded because I went to DHQ." I finished.

"What's DHQ?" Jake asked.

"Dance Headquarters." I explained. He looked at me blankly. "You know, my dance club that Brandi and I have been going to since we were ten?"

"Ohhh! That one!" Jake caught on.

"Yeah, that one, Dumbo." Jessie said. Jessie likes to be as sarcastic as possible. But since I've known him since diapers, you sort of get used to it. Brandi was the sensible, quiet person. Jake was the dummy who only got D's, E's and F's in every subject. And I was the 'emo'/bright one of the group. I was sorta the leader.

I sighed again.

"Yeah. That one." I repeated Jessie.

"But, we didn't win. Miss Popular, Steph, won. Again." Brandi weakly smiled.

"You know, I'm starting to think that one of Steph's relatives works at DHQ." Jake joked.

"Dude, you're not helping them." Jessie said.