psh.... hai ca ma risc sa postez si aici... God knows why I bother, ca si asa I don't take criticism too well... ma rog... la inceput...


Forewords

I got this idea when I was chatting with a friend on CR and our talk began like this...

me: Knock knock!
her: who's there? O.o
me: the fairy godmother!!
her: what took you so long?!
me: stupid traffic... >.<
her: owh Sad dog on road accident again?
me: nah.... a bear.... >.< he must have eaten something poisoned from the villagers... Sad poor pooh...
her: :( me: so.... am I really late? is the prom over? the prince found someone else? did the mice die? did the pumpkin rot?
her: u are kinda late~ the prom is still going on ^_^ the prince took by mistake some laxatives -_-" he's at the men's room. the mice got fleas X_X and the pumpkin's a pie now
me: lol! and I'm guessing you discovered the benefits of make-up and the MALL.... ^.^
her: yeah but.. it's not so good as ur magic Sad
me: my magic wand is bit rusty so go on, get ready, and I'll see what I can touch up afterwards Razz
me: hurry now! the limo is rented by the hour!!! >.<
her: Ima ready~
me: now let's see.... a bit more blush, a touch of lipgloss... your dress looks fine and... OMG! what's with those shoes?!
her: *raised eyebrow* I bought them from Prada...
me: *raised eyebrow* Prada? are you the devil or something? hold on, I got my Blahniks on the back seat....
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her: knock knock~ god fairy mother ish here? ^o^
me: *quickly tosses away the cigar* yes!! I'm here! ^.^
her: o.o i caught you smoking~
me: eh? who? me? no way.... mind your own business, Cinderella! >.<
her: = 3 = Fairy God Mother ~ you are going to have cancer
me: >.< I could die today crushed by a car... cancer is one of my last worries...
her: pardon me for worrying :((


etc etc etc......



Chapter 1


Once upon a time, in the land of the far-far-away, there lived a happily married couple. They belonged to the nobility class, and their only child, a daughter, was the apple of their eyes. But on one unfortunate day, the lady of the house died. The lord, who could only think about his daughter's future and leave his pain aside, decided to remarry, so that she would not be deprived of a mother's love and touch, and offer her a second chance at having a real family....

Bzz! Bzz! Bzzzzzz!!! REEEEEE-WIIIIND!!!

Once upon a time, in the land of the far-far-away Bronx, there lived a wealthy couple. But as we all know, money does not bring happiness (or so they want us to think). They had been experiencing a multitude of problems, but it all culminated when their daughter, Layla, (yeah... Dad was a big Clapton fan...) was born. The wife suffered from postpartum stress and died shortly after of med overdose.

"Overwhelmed" by the sudden loss of his "dear" wife, he decided to "drown his pain" in booze, women, and casinos in no other place than the marvelous city of Las Vegas, leaving the one-month old child with the nannies. Although most of the people who knew the family hoped thought he would die never come back, he did!! Three weeks later... with nothing more than the clothes he was wearing... and a wife... and her two kids!

Oh yeah... In case you haven't realized it by now, I'm Layla and this is my story... *she says as she takes another puff*

Everything was all flower-power and butterflies until several days later, when the new wife (by the way, Pamela Anderson has nothing on her when it comes to.... "tuning"...) discovered that her husband's bank accounts were empty, the company he owned was bankrupt and. of course, the co-owners and bank creditors wanted a piece of his ass... (not literally!!! though I'm not that sure about Mr. Jones, one of his associates, a well-known bachelor who started visiting us more often after Mom died...) and from then on, there was only screaming, crashing, crying, and long pauses of silence (when everyone was too doped up to move...) and it felt like the old days, when Moms was still alive.

To make a very long story less long, alcohol and sleeping pills bought Dad a one-way ticket to the place where Moms was waiting for him with her arms wide open (and a scythe hidden behing her back...)

Hold on... the baby's crying....


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va place, mai pun... nu va place... oh well.. tough

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Te roooog, mai pune! ) ) Deja presimt ca o sa stau cu oichii lipiti de monitor ) Stii cum sunt pauzele de tigara? Daca mai pui, o sa am si eu o pauza de ras (Sincer, pare un pic tragic, da nu ma pot abitine, e criminala ) )

ok.... ^.^ only for you!


Chapter 2


So… where was I?

Oh… right… so there was just me, my step-mom and my step-siblings, a boy named Ryan, who was 2 years older than me, and a girl

named Leah, who was 3 years younger than her brother. Bitch #1, as I like to “affectionately” call her, was out most of the time…

probably trying to get her fake nails clawed into some other rich man’s wallet… as for the 2 kids… let’s just say they weren’t at all

brother-sisterly like… I must say that they were very good at dissimulating… I didn’t have a clue when they first got here… then I

accidentally walked into Bitch #2’s room without knocking (it was an accident!! I swear!) and saw them… well… you can imagine…

and if up until then I was the one getting bullied and slaved around, let’s just say from that moment on, I became the queen-bee…

they were literally haunted by the thought that I might actually spill the beans to their mom… as much of a slut she was herself,

she still wouldn’t have allowed something like this… not when she dreamed of marrying her precious daughter to a big-ass

business man from Wall Street or some big-ass musician or anyone who could show her a bank record with 7 figures or more…

(and she wouldn’t be that precious once everyone found out that she had gotten knocked up by her 18 year-old brother and

secretly had an abortion… these things eventually do come out, I tell you!).

ehh, acum ca terminai pauza de 'tigara', ma simt muuult mai implinita ) sper ca exista o continuare! chiar sper

Chapter 3


So anyways… a few days later, Bitch #1 comes home, all hyper and glowing, as if she has found a new drug dealer who decided

to offer her a discount just cause of her “good nature”… well that wasn’t quite the case… Turns out some big-shit rapper’s having a

My Super Sweet 21 party (I bet MTV is going to be there…) and somehow she managed to get her claws on a couple of

invitations… of course, you can imagine Ryan and Leah bouncing off the walls… geez… I wasn’t all that into music and stuff, but

hey! As long as it’s an all-you-can-eat-and-drink, why not? So I kindly asked Bitch #1 if I could go (hey! sweet talk can get you

anywhere! most of the times…) and I though she was going to have a heart attack… I took that as a no. But after a subtle death

glare at Bitch #2, everything was settled… now all I needed was an outfit and a ride… cause the only condition Bitch #1 imposed

was that I not ride with them… couldn’t let society see the big-ass family together with this piece of trash…


And since the Fairy Godmother was on vacation in Hawaii with Cupid, I had to go to my dear old friend, Tinkerbell. No, not the

Peter Pan character, just an old friend of mine who lives a couple of houses down the block, and is the only daughter of the

owners of a high-tech company… basically, that means she’s loaded. Her name isn’t Tinkerbell (what sane person would name

their child that? then again… it could be worse… Blanket… Apple…), it’s Monica… I just call her that because of her high-pitched

voice, that often gets on my nerves… and she’s always this happy-go-lucky kind of person, for which I really admire her. She’s

like a breath of fresh air among all these wannabe-rich-and-famous-gansta.


But enough about her, let’s talk about me.

continuarea, onegaaaaai!!!!!!