Another Cinderella

(Bella's POV.)

I'm standing on the porch at my dad's, Charlie's, house. I've been forced to live with my dad since my mom died. She died of too much smoke inhalation and alcohol.

I'm not sure why she would do those things. I just knew to stay away from her when she did, unless it was necessary.

I stayed away so I wouldn't get beaten.

Yes, I've been abused all my life, and too scared to do anything about it. So when she died I packed my few (very few) things to come live with my dad.

By the way, I'm Isabella Marie Swan, but I like Bella. I'm 17, have chocolate brown eyes, and hair that goes to my waist.

Tomorrow is going to be my first day of being a junior at Forks High School. Forks is the rainiest place on earth. It's also the greenest.

I've only been here a couple of times during the summer to visit Charlie. But staying with him wasn't any different.

Charlie got remarried 2 years ago. Her name is Karen, and she has two spoiled brats as daughters. Lauren and Jessica.

They would always make mean comments about me, or cause me to get in trouble. They both are in the same grade as me (oh joy).

So that means, anything that happens at school, they can use against me.

I walked in the house, up the stairs, while, thankfully, not being noticed. Once I finished unpacking my things Karen yelled, "Get down here, Bella! I know your up there! You still have to do your chores!"

I have to do all the chores, so I better get started.

"I'm coming!" I called back while exiting my room and going down the stairs. Right on the last step, I tripped and hit the hard wood floor.

"Get off the floor and do your chores, Bella." Karen said from above me.

"Yeah, Bella!" chorused Lauren and Jessica.

I'm used to tripping, I do it almost every time I walk. Therefore, I know how to brace myself for impact. I got up to do my (and their) chores.

Walking up to the washing machine I saw how much laundry there was. It was a lot. By a lot, I mean, three huge baskets full.

"How am I supposed to complete all this?" I asked my stepmother.

"How do you expect me to know? I don't do the laundry around here." She said to me smirking.

I quickly got started.

"Finally." I said once I finished. The clock on the wall said 12:00 am. It was midnight.

"Well at least I can go to bed." So, I trudged up to my room. When in there, I flopped on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

(Next Day)

"Bella! Bella, get down here! You have to make breakfast!" Karen called.

I quickly got up, took a shower, and chose my outfit for today.

I put on some comfortable black jeans, a red tank top with a white blouse to go over it. Some red ballet flats and grabbed my black purse. I ran down the stairs after trying to untangle my mess of hair and just put a black headband on.

I put the liquid pancake mix on the pan while the bacon sizzled in the other. Once they both were done, I put them on my family's plates. Since we have to get to school soon, I just had a granola bar.

"Hurry up Bella! You don't to be late for school!" Jessica said with a smirk, after tripping me on my way to my old, beat up, red truck.

It's not that I didn't like it, it's that I'm tired of people making fun of it. (My mom, dad, Karen, Lauren, and Jessica).

My stepsisters had convertible mustangs. They usually drive together, but sometimes they just want to go somewhere without the other knowing.

I pushed myself off the ground and headed towards my car. I got in, started the engine, pulled out of the drive way, and drove to the place that shall surely be torture.