Hey, it's Ice-dragon1018 here. I couldn't resist writing this fic - the idea just wouldn't leave me alone. And I'm sure that authors know that when an idea won't leave them alone, they have to write it down.

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I've been really bad at updating lately, and I realize that. But it's been Christmas and it's still the holidays and I have to write ten page essays for school ISU's (Independant Study Units) -- It sucks, as I'm sure everyone knows. So sorry about that. Though I have half-to-most of the chapters written, they probably won't be posted for a couple weeks. I'm really sorry guys! Now, you all have permission to hurt me and kill me, but I gotta say, I'm allergic to death. shifty eyes It tends to make me permanently unconscious and unable to update.... grins So yeah, just thought you guys would like to know.

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Is OSLKTNOCAWPNLA even a word? Hmm, somehow, I don't think so...but, I can make up words! So can you! Like Fudgeamania! watches readers back away slowly ...oops?

Anything written in normal text (like this) is the actual story.
Anything written in italics (like this) is when flashbacks or dreams are occurring.
Anything written in bold (like this) is someone acting as a narrator-slash-voice over. (You think I'm rich enough to hire two people?)
Anything written in bold italics (like this) are song lyrics.

Please note that original characters may be brought in due to the lack of females in Yu-Gi-Oh.

So now, let's begin the torture. . .err, fic!! smiles innocently

Please review!


Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom lived a beautiful girl and her widowed father.

She smiled as she looked over the landscape in front of her. There were rows and rows of buildings below her. She looked up at her father with a smile before looking back to the horizon.

Okay, it wasn't really that long ago and it wasn't really a far away kingdom. It was the San Fernando Valley and it only looked far away because you can barely see it through the fog. But, for me, growing up, that Valley was my kingdom.

Her father laughed as he drove his Mustang down the street, his daughter sitting beside him in the front seat. The wind blew their hair backwards. This was what life was all about. Sharing good times with his daughter, who always seemed to be happy.

I was my dad's best friend, and he was mine. Although, being raised by a man, who could be a leg behind fashion departments, I never felt like I missed out on anything.

I was the luckiest girl in the world.

My dad owned the coolest diner in the whole valley. I loved hanging out there. It was the kind of place where diet was a four letter word and grease came with no additional charge. Here, everyone felt like family.

Ishizu smiled as she set a cake down on the table in front of her favourite customer, wishing her a happy birthday.

"Wish princess." She said, smiling.

What do I need a wish for? I had amazing friends and the coolest dad. But I guess my dad thought I needed one more thing. Cecilia.

As the party progressed, a woman with long blonde hair walked up, and obviously not paying attention. Just as dad was about to take a picture, she bumped into him, and apologized quickly.

That was all it took before the two began to date and, eventually, get married.

They were married at City Hall, and as they walked down the steps, one of Cecilia's friends yelled out, "You look beautiful Cecelia!"

Along with my new step-mother, came her twin daughters, Tea and Serenity. My step-sisters. But, as long as my dad was happy, so was I. We're going to be one big happy family.

Just as the new family gathered for a family picture, Cecelia purposely dropped her bouquet of flowers, although at the time, her new step-daughter didn't know it. As she bent down to pick up the bouquet, the photographer took the picture. Her new step-daughter stood up, and Cecelia said, "One's enough."

Unfortunately, this was no fairytale.

Later that year, at night, her father sat on her daughter's bed, reading her a story.

"He took her hand and he kissed her. Then he swooped her up upon his horse and the beautiful princess and handsome prince rode off to his castle." He read with a smile. "Where they lived happily ever after."

His daughter looked up at him and smiled, her blue eyes dancing. "Do fairy tales come true dad?"

"Well, no," he answered, looking down to his daughter and ruffling her brown hair. "But dreams come true."

"Do you have a dream?" she asked in an innocent tone of voice.

"Yeah." He answered. "My dream is that you grow up and go to college. And then, maybe some day, you'll build your own castle."

She smiled. "Where do princesses go to college?"

"Uh. . ." he thought aloud. "They go where princes go. They go to Princeton. But, Julia, you know, fairytales aren't just about finding handsome princes. They are about fulfilling your dreams. And about standing up for what you believe in. It's just like I always say. Never let the fear of striking out –"

"Keep you from playing the game." Julia finished.

"Right. Just remember," he said, holding up the book he had been reading. "if you look carefully, this book contains important things that you made need to know later in life."

He leant in and kissed his daughter's forehead, who blinked when she noticed her castle snow globe begin to shake slightly. As the shaking began to become more noticeable, the snow globe began to slide close to the edge.

"Earthquake!" her father yelled as he pulled his young daughter out of bed and positioned her underneath the doorway.

My kingdom came crumbling down the day the North Bridge earthquake struck the valley.

"Help! Help!" Cecelia cried out, her cry reaching Julia and her father's ears.

Her father straightened up and was about to go and help his wife when Julia grabbed his hand and pleaded with him. "Don't go!"

Her father placed his hands on her shoulders and locked eyes with her. "I'll come right back!"

I lost my best friend that day.

After the earthquake, Julia walked up the stairs, holding a box of her stuff. Her two step-sisters, Tea and Serenity, watched. Julia turned and looked at them, watching them laugh and point at her before turning around and running down the stairs.

Julia, finally reaching the attic, her new room, walked over to the bed and plopped the box down before sitting down on the bed, and taking a look around. It was the ugliest room she had seen. The grey paint was peeling, and there was a musty smell to it. But, really, there was nothing she could do. Sighing, she lay down and closed her eyes.

And from then on, the only fairy tales in my life were the ones I read about in books. Since my father didn't leave a will, my step-mother got everything. The house, the diner. And, to her dismay, me.

Eight years later. . .

"Julia! Yoo-hoo!" Cecelia called through the small radio that had been installed in her step-daughter's room. When she received no answer, she yelled again. "Julia!"

The yell caused the sleeping teenager to jump, half-waking her up.

She groaned and rubbed her neck, blinking. She had fallen asleep in front of the computer last night. Papers and notebooks were strewn around the desk.

"It's breakfast time!" Cecelia snapped through the intercom.

"Mmm…" Julia replied, rubbing her eyes tiredly before slamming her head back down onto her arms.

A bit later…

Cecelia smiled as she leant back in her lawn chair, and began flipping through Salmon Diet, occasionally looking up at her twin daughters, Tea and Serenity, practice their swimming routine.

The coach sighed, and tried to be enthusiastic for the two girls, by jumping around slightly and calling out the routine steps. "Lady Liberty, Lady Liberty, around the harbor, around the harbor. And hurricane!"

Tea and Serenity danced as best as they could, according to what their swimming coach had called out.

Cecelia looked up. "Can you believe how extraordinarily gifted my girls are?"

The coach tossed Cecelia a sick look and muttered, in a sarcastic tone, "Absolutely unbelievable. Really."

Cecelia, now getting impatient with her step-daughter, and wanting her breakfast, called out, "Julia!"

"Coming!" Julia called back, as she jogged up to Cecelia, holding a plate of food.

Cecelia looked over the food, before looking up to Julia. "Is this the Norwegian salmon that I asked for? Because I need my Omega 3's."

"Only the best." Julia answer, wringing her hands slightly.

Cecelia took the plate and began to eat, before replying, "Mmhmm. I can tell. They cost me a fortune to fly that stuff from Norwegia."

While Cecelia ate, the coach continued teaching. "And push it, lady, push it lady!"

As Serenity went to climb onto Tea's back, Tea let out a small fart. "Oopsie."

Serenity backed away, looking grossed out. "Eww! Gross!"

Turning, she called out to Cecelia. "Mom!"

"I have a spastic colon!" Tea shot back.

"Well, you have a spastic brain!" Serenity pointed out.

Tea growled and started to fight with Serenity, who began to fight back.

The coach sighed, and decided the fight had to stop. "Stop it ladies! Stop it ladies! Stop!"

Cecelia looked from the fight in the water to her step-daughter. "What are you doing just standing there? Get to work!"

"Cecelia, I can't go to work this morning. I've got a really big test I have to study for –" she began.

"Listen, Julia." Cecelia began, looking up at the brown-haired, blue eyed teenager. "People go to school to get smarter so that they can get a job. You already have a job. It's like skipping a step."

Cecelia shrugged, and brushed her hand in mid-air, as if shooing the teenager away. "Go on, get going."

Julia frowned, looking frustrated, but turned around and began walking back towards the house. As she crossed the lawn, the sprinklers started up and Julia shrieked as she was hit with water. She hurried over to the controls and was prepared to turn it off when Cecelia interrupted.

"No, honey. Leave those on. The lawn's looking a little brown."

"We're supposed to be conserving water! We're going through another draught!" Julia debated.

"Draught is for poor people. You think J. Lo has a brown lawn? People who use extra water have extra class." Cecelia stated.

Julia sighed and took off running, into the house and grabbing her school bag and books. With those in hand, she jumped into her Mustang and drove towards the diner.

At Cecelia's Diner, Ishizu, one of the head managers was talking on the phone. "You call that $3.80? Well, that cow must've cheated on your tip."

Two waitresses on roller skates skated underneath the part of the counter with no problem. But the third waitress, Eleanor, tried and failed to copy the previous two waitresses. As she skated beneath the counter, she bumped her head and shook the counter slightly, making two teenage guys working on homework, look at her in annoyance.

The cook, Rishid, looked at the waitress with a small grin. "Eleanor," he said, pushing a plate out onto the counter for the waitress to pick up.

Eleanor nodded and grabbed the plate before skating back over to the counter and lifting it up, before turning and dropping the counter back into place. She skated over to the customer, delivering the food.

Ishizu walked over to Rishid with a smile. "Rishid, that's enough with the salmon. You've already made a salmon omelet, and salmon soup, and salmon pudding. Come on."

Rishid tossed Ishizu a grin and picked up a large, dead salmon in both arms. He used one hand to make the salmon 'talk'. "Help me, Cecelia wants to eat me!"

Ishizu laughed. "That's nasty."

As Ishizu left, Rishid continued. "Bite me, Ishizu! Bite me!"

Ishizu shook her head lightly, still smiling as she called out, "Eleanor! Order's up!"

Eleanor nodded. "Coming, I got it!"

She skated over to the counter, and picked up the order, skating a few steps before slipping and falling. Rishid dropped the fish and threw his arms out to the side, yelling, "Safe!"

Ishizu looked up from taking an order and winced. "Ooh."

"I'm okay!" Eleanor called, standing up.

Ishizu moved onto another customer. "Chuck, how you doing?"

"Super." Chuck, the customer, answered.

"That's good." Ishizu replied, before opening her notepad to a new page. "So, cheese omelet, extra bacon, crisp, blueberry muffin and a coke?"

Chuck nodded. "Oh, make it a diet coke. I'm trying to watch my weight."

Ishizu nodded, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh, it ain't going nowhere."

As she headed towards the back, to give Rishid the orders, she spotted Julia skating around the diner, piling dirty dishes into a grey bucket. She sighed and walked up to Julia, shaking her head.

"Julia, what're you still doing here?"

"I'm almost done." Julia answered, moving onto another table.

"You're going to be late for school." Ishizu pointed out.

"I'll get there." Julia replied. "She'll go ballistic if I don't finish!"

"I couldn't care less about Cecelia. What I care about is your education."

"But she's –"

"She's got you up at the crack of dawn like some kind of rooster." Ishizu debated.

"But I –"

"Your dad would want you at school, not here."

"Ishizu…" She sighed.

"No more buts. You just leave Cecelia and her big butt to me."

A tired smile crossed Julia's face. "Thanks Ishizu."

Ishizu waved her hand at Julia. "Get."

Julia nodded and skated over to where her bag and books were. She pulled off the roller blades and pulled on her running shoes, grabbing the skates and hurrying out of the diner. She tossed the skates into the back seat, along with her books and bag, and started up her Mustang, driving away from the diner.


Alright, there's the first chapter. Remember, this is a parody of A Cinderella Story – one of my favourite movies, even though it stars Hilary Duff shudders Anywho, chapter two is currently being written, and hopefully, it'll be up soon! Please review!