This story is based on a movie called Another Cinderella Story. I do not take any credit for it, except for the fact that I came up with the idea to mix these books and movie together. ;D

Everybody tells me It's so hard to make it. It's so hard to break it. There's nowhere to fake it. Everybody tells me that it's wrong what I'm feeling. I shouldn't believe in the dreams that I'm dreaming. I hear it every day. I hear it all the time. I'm never gonna amount to much, but they're never gonna change my mind, oh. Tell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know, something I don't know, something I don't know. Like how many inches in a mile, what it takes to make you smile, get you not to treat me like a child, baby. Tell me, tel-

"MMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAXXXXXXXXXX X! How can I be an artist when you can't be bothered to do your job?" My stepmother, Anne, said, while waving a make-up artist away, "Which, by the way, is fetching me a bottle of bubbly water. Aqua Cool Blue Bay, comprende? Are you trying to ruin me?"

"I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I stuttered.

"There are people who would just kill for this job. Important people. Fumble me now, and you're grounded forever. And stay out of my dressing room. I hate your energy, it's ugly, and sad, and lonely," she stated.

I went over to the cooler and searched through it to find Aqua Cool Blue Bay, but I couldn't find it. Finally, I found one, only to have it wrenched out of my hand by my stepsister, Brigid, "Oh my gosh, thank you so much, Max. That was the last bottle of bubbly."

No. Thank you, Brigid. Your mom's going to kill me," I stated.

"Not my problem," she replied, while her sister, Lissa, walk quickly over, in heels.

"So true," Lissa said and grabbed a coke,"Um, they told me to tell you you're holding the whole shoot up. And you work for us, in case you forgot."

"How could I ever forget?" I responded.

Then, Anne came in, "Oh it's a tragic story. Her mother was one of my dancers. Truth to tell, probably the worst. But, then she died, and I needed some help around the house, so I took her little brat in. I'm really a saint, you know?" she said to one of her makeup artists. I knew she was talking about my mother.

Then, this guy came up to her, and started talking, but he a thick accent, and I couldn't understand him.

"I have no idea what you are saying," she told him loudly.

"What's with the attitude?" Brigid asked me, "We are so good to you."

"You may live in the 902 and 0, but you're still just a zero," Lissa said, making a hand gesture at zero.

I looked in the cooler, and found another bottle of water. I took it out and showed in to them,"We live the 902 and 1, genius," I replied.

"MMMMAAAAXXX!" Anne called, "Bubbles, now!"

I hurried over to her, "Coming Anne!"

A few minutes later

We were watching the commercial Anne's in. This is how it is, so far.

Anne sang, "I'm on hold for you. I keep pushing number 1 and 2," that was an old music video.

Anne was saying, "That's me, Anne, singing my number 1 hit "On Hold For You".

"For an hour or two, on hold for you."

The screen showed pictures of Anne with back acne.

"You know, I'm not just a pop-star. I'm also a human being, and I've suffered from embarrassing back acne, for years."

It showed a video of her, like in an interview.

"You know, when they used to shoot my music videos, they had to digitally remove my entire back. And my arms. And my legs. I looked terrible and I sued everyone. It was embarrassing." The screen affects shattered and showed another video of Anne.

"Not, since I've been using Baby Got Bacne Vanishing Cream."

The screen showed bottles of lotion, and an announcer's voice said, "Baby Got Bacne works by destroying blemishes, pores, and all surrounding skin."

The screen showed Anne in a wrappers outfit and doing a wrap.

"Live Bacne free."

A couple of hours later

My family was drove home in their limousine.

"I'm not gonna do that old lizard's talk show again. He's got a serious case of the grab hands. Not that I mind that sort of thing from someone under ninety." Anne complained to someone on her phone.

"Oh my gosh! This semester's like so gonna rock!" Brigid said to her friend on the phone.

"Oh, tell me something I don't know!" Lissa said to her friend on the phone.

I had to skate home on my skateboard.

"There's laundry you need to fold," Brigid said.

I went into my room and turned on the lights.

Through the vents I could hear Lissa saying, "He's coming back for the rest of the year. I mean that's so awesome!"

"Don't you dare turn on that TV!" Anne commanded.

"Okay," Lissa replied.

I heard the TV being turned on. I rolled my eyes. On my bed was a basket of clothes and a paper the said, ' FOLD NOW'.

Faintly, I heard, "I'm here at Beverly Grant High School where teen heart-throb, Nick Martinez, has decided to bring back singing, dancing, and heartbreak back into the hills." Then a video of Nick came on. I smiled. Nick has been my crush since I was 11. Now, he's coming to my town and school.

"How does NM plan to keep it real? He and his record label are sponsoring a huge dance competition where one lucky student will win the opportunity to dance with NM in his next music video. So all you dancers in waiting, it's time to get your freak on!" My eyes widened.

My intercom went on, "Max I need you, pronto! Now! You forgot to label my soaps." she stated.

I pushed the button, "Sorry, Anne! I'll be right there." I responded.

"Can you feel that?" she asked

"What?" I asked

"I'm choking you. From a distance. CHOKING YOU!," was her response.

The next morning

I walked outside and skateboarded to my friend's, Ella's, van. It was orange. I got off my skateboard and got inside

"Hey," I said.

"What up," she said.

I pulled down the sun shield thingy, and it broke off.

"Ella, you should really get this thing fixed," I told her.

"Thing? Don't hurt her feelings, or she'll break down for good. You got to respect the great pumpkin," she responded.

I shook my head, "You're so weird, Ella," I told her.

"Hey, do you think my leather jacket goes with my tutu?" she asked. Typical Ella. She wore a white shirt with a black leather jacket, and a pink tutu with orange trim on the end.

"You look amazing. As always," I stated.

"It's an Ella original. I figured I should dress in style for our last semester together, like EVER!" she replied.

"Aw. Do you think you could survive senior year without me?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I'm going to start my own clothing line, become a billionaire, you'll be a superstar in dance school, of course, and on the weekends I'll pick you up on my private jet, and we'll go shopping in Paris," she stated.

"Wow," I replied. Ella has some pretty high standards.

"Embrace your awesomeness," she told me.