Not Your Average Cinderella (One Direction)

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"Move it, freak!"

Someone bumps into me hard. My books fly out of my arms and I land on the hard tile floor.

Well, isn't this a great way to start the day. I'm sprawled out in the middle of the hallway. Other students avoiding the hallway because Princess Jenny is going after her first victim of the day.

Lucky me.

A bright pink stiletto enters my vision. "You're in my way." She kicks my books farther from me.

Oh how I hate this girl. But I cannot snap back at her. I don't need her running off to her mom again. She got me grounded for two weeks. All because I wouldn't let her cheat off our mid term exam.

"You should just drop out. No one likes you here." Jenny cackles. "You're worthless and pathetic. You're not even a little pretty." She laughs along with her group before sashaying down the hallway.

I sit up on the floor and watch as my step sister walks away. Jenny is my step sister. You would think, with us being family, Jenny wouldn't hate me.

Why does she hate me? No clue.

It wasn't my fault my dad somehow fell in love with her evil mother. Then my dad died five years ago in a car crash. My birth mother never wanted anything to do with me, so I was stuck with my new wicked witch of a step mother.

You could think of me to be like Cinderella. Except I'm not that pretty and I do not have a prince to come save me. I'm alone in this world.

I stand up and brush my clothes off. I hate this school. Only a year left. I grab my books off the dirty floor.

One class period left. I can do this. Seventh period is my favorite class of the day. I'm a teacher assistant in the library. Mrs. Collins absolutely loves me. She let's me sit in the back room and do whatever I want. Which usually consists of doing my homework and listening to my iPod. Sometimes I write songs.

The tardy bell rings as I walk in the library building. This building is huge, but what do you expect from a private school. The library is a whole three stories. I normally go up to the third floor and to the back room.

"Hello, dear." Mrs. Collins greets me from behind her desk.

Mrs. Collins is an elderly woman in her eighties. She has short, white hair that rests above her shoulders. She is the kindest woman I have ever met. She doesn't care that no one in the school likes me. Or that I'm a complete loner.

"Do you need me to do anything?" I ask adjusting the books in my arms.

Mrs. Collins waves her hand at me. "Oh no, dear. Go do your homework."

I smile at her before heading for the stairs. I pass a few students, but they completely ignore me. I've never had true friends. All thanks to my lovely step sister.

I walk past the book shelves to the back room. I shut the door and set my books and my bag down on the table. This room used to be used for old files. All the files were moved to the first floor, though. So now, this room is all mine.

I grab my math book and my binder. Time to start my homework. I never get time at home. I'm always doing something for the Queen or Princess. I pull my iPod and headphones out of my pocket. I click on shuffle and The Downtown Fiction fills my ears.

"Arielle? Arielle, wake up." Someone shakes my shoulder gently. I open my eyes to see Mrs. Collins above me.

Oh no! I fell asleep!

I start closing all of my books in a hurry. "What time is it?"


Crap! Crap! Crap! I am going to be murdered when I get home! I stuff my books in my shoulder bag quickly. School got out at two thirty. I'm so dead! I throw my bag over my shoulder and run out of the room.

"Bye, Mrs. Collins!" I yell sprinting down the stairs.

I burst out of the library doors to the back of the school. I run through the student parking lot to my beat up white Beetle. I grab my keys from my bag and unlock the door quickly. I throw my bag in the passenger's seat while starting the car at the same time.

Ten minutes later, I pull up in our driveway. I grab my keys and run up to the front door. I am completely dead. I step in the house quietly. Maybe I can sneak through the house to my room? My room is out back in a separate house. It's much tinier than the house.

"Where we're you?"

So close.

I turn around slowly to see Tracy tapping her foot behind me. She looks so peeved.

"I was helping out at the library." I lie with a straight face. In this house, you have to learn how to lie.

Tracy sets her hands on her hips. "Really? Because Jenny said she went in there to look for you and you weren't there."

"I was in the back." Jenny doesn't even know where the library is. That little liar. Always trying to get me in trouble.

"You need to get ready." Tracy says.

Ready? "For what?" I ask her.

Tracy sighs and rolls her eyes. "Jenny is going to see some boy band tonight. You're going with her."

"What?! Why can't she go alone?!" I ask. I do not want to go to concert with Jenny.

"I want you to go with her. Either you go or I take your guitar away from you. You're choice." Tracy smirks.

That's not fair! She knows I'm going to choose to go. My guitar was my dad's favorite. He taught me how to play the guitar when I was ten.

"Fine." I give in.

"Good. You leave in thirty minutes." Tracy walks away.

It's not even four yet. When does this concert start? I keep walking through the house to the back door. I walk on the stoned pathway to my little house. I unlock the door and step in. I shut the door behind me and collapse on my bed.

"Are you ready yet?" Jenny's girly voice comes through the intercom by my bed.

Ugh. Can't I get a minute without being interrupted?

I crawl over to the intercom and press the green button. "I'm changing now."

"Wear something black. I don't want you to be noticed." Jenny demands.

"Okay." I answer.

I stand back up and walk to my dressers. I grab a pair of black skinny with holes ripped in them. I pull a pair of red leggings on underneath them. For a shirt, I put my black and white striped long sleeve shirt on. I slip on a pair of black Toms and grab my red jacket on the way back to the main house.

Jenny is just walking out of the front door to car out front. I run after her. At least I don't have to drive. Jenny has her driver driving for us for the night. Jenny climbs in the backseat of the Range Rover. I jog to the left side and slide in.

Jenny looks over at me and scoffs. "I thought I told you to wear black?"

I glance down at my outfit. "I am." I point to my jeans. "Don't worry. No one will notice me. You'll be the center of attention."

Jenny smiles and smoothes down her already straight hair. It's true. Jenny may have a terrible personality, but she is very pretty. She has everything a guy is looking for. The blonde hair and blue eyes. She is five nine and could be a model.

I'm the complete opposite. I have dull gray eyes. Dark brown hair that goes a few inches past my shoulders. I'm five feet eight inches. Where Jenny has a terrible personality, I think I have a good one. She's pretty and I'm not. She doesn't let me forget that either. Jenny is constantly reminding me. Like in school today.



Hey everyone! I literally just wrote this. The idea came to me yesterday at Disney and I just wrote it down. This is just a preview for now. (I think.)

Please tell me what you think. And if I should continue. It is definitely a One Direction fan fiction. Please comment!!!