My Name Is Nicolette, Not Cinderella.
Chapter One

"Start scrubbing the floors Nicolette!" My step-mother's eyes grew wide as she shouted. Mel and Zoey tip-toed down the sparkling white staircase. "Oops...Looks like you got to wash this again" Mel stomped the dirt off of her old lacrosse cleats and smirked. Her straight/short/dark red hair was greasy and her orange braces had food stuck in them. "Smile for the school yearbook." Zoey snorted and pertended to take a picture of me shaping her hands like a camera. I tied my wavy auburn hair into a pony tail and grabbed the mop. "Funny. Too bad you don't still play sports. Oh wait, you were horrible." I snapped harshly and started washing up the dirt. "Was not!" Melanie pouted and stormed off into the kitchen. Zoey vacantly watched me scrub the tile. "Aren't you going to fallow her?" I lifted my eyes off of the tile and stood up off of my hands and knees. "ZOEY!" Mel barked as Zoey hurried off to the kitchen. "And here's the glorious staircase..." My step-mother, Naomi spread her arms out. She was giving tours to more dancers she wanted to work with. She step her entire body in front of me, hiding me from the people.

I stood up and started walking out of the room when I tripped and spilled the entire soap and water bucket all over one of the guys on the tour. "I'm so sorry!" I started wiping the soapy mess off of the floor with my sleeve as my face turned red. He stepped back and pushed his long blonde hair out of his eyes. "It's okay." He smiled and started helping me. "And that's my maid/step-daughter, Nicolette, who should be getting more paper towels from the kitchen! What a mess maker!" She mumbled while conitnueing the tour. Everyone fallowed her except that one guy. He looked about a year older than me.

We spent awhile cleaning up the mess. "Looks like we're done. and Thank you again." I grabbed the last rag off the floor and headed up stairs. "Wait" He pulled my arm. "Don't even try. I know you're not interested. Looking for someone to play? Go somewhere else." I let my hair down and ran upstairs.