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Once upon a time in a town of Roseville I lived with my father who was a king of the land.

He was handsome and charming, and I loved him with all my heart.

He told me I was the princess that he cared about and only will.

But that was until he met Amy Hastings.

I was ten when they met. It was like a knight swinging a princess off his feet.

My dad had a diner called Matt's. There everyone was family.

When my mother died when I was young he used to bring me there and the workers watched me as I scribbled in color books.

And I had my birthday there every year and then it was the swinging off feet.

Well more like saving her from slipping on a slippery floor at his diner.

When he saved Amy, it was love at first sight.

So after a few months they got married and I had two step sisters, Mary and Kerry.

My dad was part of the army but they didn't need him until after a month after they got married.

So that day before he left, he sat down on my bed.

I was crying that whole week but sobbing on that day.

Since Amy, Mary and Kerry weren't nice to me, it was worse seeing my best friend in the whole world leaving me and going half way across the planet.

"Dad please don't go," I begged.

He pushed my hair out of my face and behind my ear and said, "I have to Cammie, I have no chose. I love you and remember fiary tales are the only place you will find me."

And that was the last time I heard his voice because a week after he left, we got a call that he was shot in the chest multiple times.

So after that MAry took over the house since dad didn't have a will and I moved to the attic.

That when hell struck.

A little rough that happens in my first chapter over the story. I am sorry and hopefully it will get better. And the Cinderelle Story this is based on is the Hilary Duff one which I have been watching all day today. Please review and please come back since it gets better.