Dig it

Chapter 1

I guess it all started right after I was born. My mommy died cause' of cancer. So my daddy married himself a witch. Then he died when I was 12. Sometimes I wonder if daddy even loved me cause' if he did then he wouldn't have stuck me with such a slave driver. In other words my step mom. She thinks she's all that. Really she's not that pretty with her stringy hair that's all frizzy because her hair straightener doesn't work. She has chubby cheeks and fat lips and one of those oblong faces. Then she decides to force a size 0 dress on her fat, chubby body. I'm surprised that dress doesn't blow up like a bomb on her. She wears dresses that are inappropriate. They are skimpy black dresses that are strapless with 4 inch heels so she looks tall. Nothing could save that woman from looking taller. Ever hear the term the girl next door, well she's what everyone calls the witch next door. You could hear her yelling at a person from 3 blocks away. There's more of her though because she has 2 children that look as ugly as her. Of corse like typical step sisters they would have to be twins which really means they're twice as annoying. They spend hours in the mirror primping and curling their hair. They have red silky hair, and proportional faces. They are skinny as pencils and wear shirts and jeans. They're nothing like their mother mainly because they don't bug me as much, but that doesn't mean I don't want to punch them in their faces. I'm not a pretty princess. I'm a girl who has suffered a terrible loss and has to live with it. I get bullied constantly because I have stringy hair, baggy clothes, and a body so skinny I look as thin as a side of paper. Can I help it if I'm not one of those girls that care about looking perfect. I'd rather take names and deal with you where the law can't get to me. I don't give a hoot because I don't dress, talk, walk, or basically act or look like anyone else. They literally couldn't care less about my wellbeing. My dinner usually consists of their leftovers and on a good day I get some lettuce leaves. One day I want to be like my daddy and become a miner. I want to finish the work he never could. He died looking for it and I want to finish his work. Everyone thought he was crazy but I believed him and still do. I'm going to find the mythical lost mine and prove that he was as sane as anyone else and anyone who try's holding me back will get it. Right now I'm a fifteen year old girl and ready to escape the horror of this house. 

They treat me like a slave so naturally I have to take care of special events like parties.

"Tara!"

"What?"

"We're having a party tonight and we're still not dressed."

"So, how is that my problem?"

"You're going to dress us."

"Well, since I don't have a choice I'll go get the dresses."

"No need for that. They are in our room. Mine is the pink with the lace collar and Gina's is the blue one with the lace collar."

"Okay."

"Oh. By the way, when you're done with us your dress is in the basement. It's the short black dress with the lace apron."

"Okay."

WhenI finished dressing them I got my dress. I put it on, but I looked like my stepmother. It went down to  my mid thighs, the top half was tight while the skirt was loose. They gave me heels that were five inches tall. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a tray that was sitting on the table and started to serve guests. For a second I caught a glimpse of some guy. We made eye contact for less then a second but I remember he wore dark shades, leather jacket with a kiss shirt underneath, black jeans, black high tops, and he had brown spikey hair. Out of no where my step mother grabbed my arm and dragged me back in to the kitchen. 

"What are you doing?"

"Serving guests."

"Stop doing that."

"Wait? I'm confused. Aren't I supposed to be catering the party."

"No. A lot of people know me here so they know you are my step daughter. I want to make a good impression so tonight you are free of your chains. Either take of that apron, or go change. I need to get back to the party."

"Okay". I walked up to my room to find a suitable dress but I had no dresses  for it. I untied the apron and went back down to the party. It was dark in side with some stage lights dangling from the ceiling and lasers everywhere. The music was really loud but no one was dancing. 

A guy that seemed like the host said,"Okay. We are having a dancing contest. I'm going to pair you up."

No one came up. Some one behind me pushed me to the front. The host pointed to me.

"You!" He whispered,"Don't worry, I know, it's fine, you'll be great." He pointed to another person in the crowd,"And you." 

Lights came down on the guy. He came up. Then two more pairs came up and from how they looked at me, they seemed very competitive. Music started. The first couple went. They did some sort of tango or something. It was latin dancing with a small influence with modern American hip hop. In the middle of the song the girl fell and the guy tripped over her and fell on her. 

At the end of the song the woman growled at me and leaned closely to me,"You better watch your back." I could feel her breath on my ear. After that  the guy told the host what song we would be dancing to, but he never told me what we would be dancing to. I kinda glared at him, but when he turned around I looked away. He took m y hand and dragged me onto the dance floor. Our music  started and ours was a dance/ EDM genre. We started to dance and the guy was mostly just flipping me over his back and swinging me under his legs. Every now and then I would take the lead but he was the one who was really in control. When web were done I ran into the room with the food and refreshments, went to the bar, had too many drinks and passed out.