I winced at the two shrieking voices that reached my ears at once, calling my name. Loud footsteps could also be heard, hurriedly coming towards the direction of my room. I sighed before turning off my laptop and turning around just in time to see my two stepsisters entering my room.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I asked, though I was very well used to this behaviour.

"We need to talk." They both said at the same time.

First there was Lauren; she was tall with straight, long blonde hair and green eyes. Then second there was Amber; though her hair was blonde as well it was shorter and wavy, her eyes were of the same colour of her sisters (not so surprising; they're twins!). There's not much to say about their personality...

"What is it now?" My voice was laced with annoyance.

"As you know," Lauren flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, "Tomorrow's our first day at our new school—"

How could I forget? We had moved out of my dad's house a few days ago (ten years after he died) and into this castle. Okay, it wasn't a castle, but it was way to big for only four people. Needless to say, no matter the size, I wanted to stay at my old house. My opinion doesn't count for much around here though...

"—And we'd prefer if people didn't know we're related." Amber finished for her sister.

Yes, they should be very ashamed to have me as a stepsister; yeah right! If anything I should be embarrassed to be seen with those two squealing, boy-obsessed girls.

"Look, it's not like I was planning on fallowing you around." I glared mildly at them.

"Good." They said together.

"Because we plan to have a good reputation at this new school and you aren't going to ruin it for us, got it?" Lauren crossed her arms over her chest.

What were they so worried about? They were successful at our last school; why did they think that suddenly I'd step in and try and ruin their reputation? I had better things on my mind than them. I continued staring blankly at them until they got the message.

"Well, as long as you understand." Amber narrowed her eyes slightly at me.

The twins began walking away until they came to a sudden stop, I blinked as they turned around and smiled in a sickly sweet manner at me.

"Oh and mother wishes to see you."


A dark cloud followed me all the way to Julie, my stepmother's, room. If I didn't get along with my stepsisters then I certainly didn't get along with their mother either. For some reason, the woman was never fond of me. It was probably cause my father paid more attention to me than her (when he was alive that is).

"Come in Evangeline." She said, noticing me at her door.

I did so reluctantly. She was sitting down in front of the mirror, reapplying her make-up and examining herself carefully. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes; women her age should know better than to take of such stupid things.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes." She turned around, "I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow."

Tomorrow; the first day at my new school, god just thinking about it made me want to run away. I happened to like my old school thank you very much! The only thing I didn't like about over there was the one thing that followed me here; my so called 'family'.

"Amber and Lauren are two beautiful and very lovable people. It shouldn't be a problem for them to fit in. You on the other hand..." She eyed me up and down in distaste, "I'm worried about."

I raised an eyebrow; she was worried about me? Why should she care whether or not I fit in; I wasn't her daughter or anything –thank god for that.

"If you can't fit in that's fine but don't ruin it for my daughters—"

Ah, so that's it.

"—If you happen to be completely rejected here then just keep to yourself and don't mention that you know either Lauren or Amber. I don't want them to go down the social ladder because of you."

Social ladder? Was this woman still living in the high school years or what? Most parents tried to tell their kids to find real friends and not worry about things such as popularity. Boy this woman needed a reality check.

"Fine." I grumbled, "I have no plans of associating with them at school anyway."

She eyes me up and down carefully. "Good."

Is it just me or did I have this conversation just a few moments ago? You know what they say; like mother like daughters. I blew a strand of hair out of my face and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Is that all?"

"Yes." She turned back to the mirror, "You may leave."

God I hate my life at times like these.

A/N: A new story! I've got the first three chapters written; I'll update the next two later. I'm sort of stuck with 'I never did like love triangles' but I'll update that also :)

Reviews are appreciated.