A girl from an island

Prologue

               This is a story. I mean of course it's a story, but it's not your normal type of story. Hi my name is Petra Pierre. I live in Paris, France. If I asked you how you think my life is, most people would say i'm a normal girl with a normal life. But it's the exact opposite. I'm what people would call a Cinderella story. But enough of me yapping and let's get to the story.
             Like I said before this is a Cinderella story. My father graduated from high school, and decided to go into law school in Paris. When he came home he always made me feel better. My mom, on the other hand, was from Honolulu, Hawaii. She was the lead singer for a hawaiian rock band. She graduated from high school and her band was signed to go on a tour. Their final stop was in Paris, France. Also known as the city of love. During that final show she meet, she meet a certain law school student and instantly feel in love. She loved him so much that she quit the band and decided to marry him. He was 21 she was 20. Three years later, they had a healthy baby girl who had white, blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. They name her Petra, it seemed to fit her well. They were happy, happy to have a wonderful start to a wonderful family. But like I said, this is a Cinderella story.
              They watched Petra grow up to be a beautiful, intelligent girl. Sadly though, happiness can come to an end. For me, it was when her father left to go on a trip for his job, he had to fly to america. When crossing the Atlantic Ocean, there was a lightning storm. Lightning struck the plane, making all the engines fail and causing the plane to crash into the ocean. My mother was heartbroken, but I being a 3 years old I didn't understand. My mother and I moved back to Honolulu and lived with my grandparents. About 11 years later, my mother remarried my dad's best friend whose wife had died.
              He looked a lot like my dad. Along with him, I had gotten two new sisters. They were twins. Delilah and Elizabeth. I was 14 at the time and because she had married my stepdad, we moved back to Paris. I was excited to be back in Paris. Now that I'm 14 only happiness can come my way. Boy was I wrong. It was my 15th birthday, my mom was running some quick errands for my party. It was raining so the roads were not that great. She was driving and a drunk driver hit her car causing it to flip a lot. The end result was mother had died in the hospital on my birthday. Now we are up to the current time.