Well, if this is a Fan Fiction board about ANYTHING...I wrote a story a few months ago [[[Its a Jonas Brothers Fan Fic btw]]]

And if its allowed on here I'll post! Here's the first part.





Chapter 1 [[[The Fairy Tale Begins]]]

I guess I always thought of my life as a fairytale. Since my parents owned a mansion in Laguna Beach, I loved to think of it as a castle when I was younger. When I was 6, I told everyone my real name was Cinderella and that when I got older I would marry a handsome prince, and turn into the most beautiful queen anyone had ever seen. But of course as I got older, I realized that would never happen.
Now that I'm 16, the nickname 'Princess' has just grown on me. Everyone in my high school class called me that, since my parents are wealthy and I get almost everything I want. I have the perfect boyfriend, or that's what they call him anyways. My best friend is the captian of the cheerleading team, one of the top squads in California I might add, and we're known as the 'Paris Hilton party-girls''.
Sometimes I wish my life was a fairytale, and that I had a handsome prince and I was a Queen. It would make up for the crappy life I have at home. Once my Dad divorced my mom and remarried, I basically never saw my real mom anymore, and was ordered to call Cheryl "Mom" -which I never do, and dont plan on starting anytime soon.
But until my fairytale wish came true, I was stuck with my life the way it was. Laguna was amazing, dont get me wrong...but sometimes I wish...I could have life my way.


"Ellen Marie, get downstairs this instant!" I heard my Father call my name. I could tell he was angry, he never used my middle name unless he was. I ran down the marble staircase and stopped at the end, right at his feet.

"Yeah Dad?" I asked sweetly.

"3,000 texts in two days?!" He exclaimed, holding my hot pink razor in front of me. I tried grabbing it out of his hands, but he held it above my reach.

"Sorry, it was only because Carol went on vacation and-"

"And nothing, that's preposterous. I will not be paying a thousand dollars so you two can write LOL or something." He said, reluctantly tossing the phone back to me. I caught it and sighed, nodding in understandment.

"Alright, sorry." I said, sticking it in the pocket of my white jean shorts. "So..while I have you here..."

"Oh great, what do you want now?" He said, slightly rolling his eyes.

"Can I pleeeease go to Selena's party this weekend?" I clasped my hands together and made a puppy dog face. "Please, you said if I passed my Math test I could go."

"Did you talk to your mother?"

"Dad, I havent talked to Mom in like, four months." I said, even though I knew he meant Cheryl.

"Ellen." He said sternly.

"No, I didn't ask Cheryl." I said with a sigh.

"Why can't you just call her 'mom'?"

"Maybe because MY Mom is in Chicago right now. Cheryl is upstairs on her laptop. There's a difference, you know. And a big one at that." I said, walking past him and flipping my long brunette hair back behind my shoulders.

He sighed in response before walking away, knowing that this would turn into a never-ending fight, as it does every time he brings up the subject.

I walked back upstairs and opened the big, thick brown door leading into my room. The entire room was baby blue; only my favourite color in the whole world. I had a canopy bed which held my millions of little squishy pillows in about every color. The walls had pictures up everywhere; mostly of me and my best friend Carol and I at the beach or the boardwalk, or at parties and such. But this year, we intended to add some very memorable pictures on our walls. We were packing up and taking a vacation.

Well, not so much. But we were moving into our new beach house, which my Dad had given me since he wasn't using it anymore. So I instantly knew that I wanted to share it with Carol and make it our little house, since we always dreamed of living together as best friends forever.

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I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and and opened it quickly, seeing the scripted words Selena Gomez pop up onscreen with a picture of the two of us, backstage at last year's Jingle Jam.

"Lenaaa! What's up baby girl?" I said, sitting on my bed as I flicked a fuzzy off my blanket.

"Ella, I just had to call you to ask if you were going to make it to my party! You know it won't be a true party without you there." She replied. A smile spread across my face as I looked across the room.

"I gave my Dad the little pouty face and he finally caved." I said with a smirk.

"Awesomeness! I'll see you there darling. Well I gotta jet, we're running over the new episode and we gotta get this scene done by tonight."

"Okay, I'll see you this weekend, love you."

"Love you moree! Bye!" I heard her air kiss before she hung up. I closed my phone, sticking it back into my pocket.


Having your Dad work at Disney definitly has its advantages. As in, getting to hear about the new shows, meeting the casts, listening to the new bands...I basically knew all the disney guys and gals out there. But Selena and I were the closest among them all; we met a little over a year ago and really hit it off. After she landed Wizards of Waverly Place she got a little busier and we saw less of each other, but we still hung out now and then, going shopping and things like that. So this weekend was the 10th of July, which meant Selena was turning her Sweet 16, and I wasnt letting my Dad tell me I would have to miss it. Everyone, meaning everyone would be there. I couldn't be one of those nobodies who couldn't show up. Besides, Selena's Dad let me help pick out the totally amazing car he was buying her- I knew she would freak when she saw it, and I had to be there to see her reaction.

I walked over and sat at my vanity, which instantly made the lightbulbs surrounding it light up. I smiled as I leaned closer, applying a bit more eyeliner so that my makeup was perfect.

Speaking of perfect, some people might call my life just that. Perfect. Look it up in the dictionary, my picture will be there. But if people knew what happened behind the scenes, behind the smiles...they'd know a side of me that was anything but perfect.






[[[What do you think? Should I post more??]]]