Updated story! Dear Diary, It all started when my dad met her. We were doing just fine on our own. Sure, we missed mom, but we had each other. He was all I needed, but I guess I wasn't enough for him. Heather, my step-mother (but I like to call her my step-monster) came with suitcase upon suitcase of useless crap, as well as two daughters just as awful as herself. Gabriella and Amanda would kiss a literal frog before ever showing me an ounce of mutual respect, even though I've been nothing but pleasant (okay, maybe neutral) towards them. The three-headed monster has been around for ten years now, and it only got meaner after dad died. I'm still mad at him for driving after drinking when he knows a drunk driver is what killed mom. And I'm even more mad that he didn't leave a will and now I'm stuck with Heather and her disciples treating me like a maid. "Ella, do the dishes!" "Ella, clean out the gutters!" "Ella, condition my wigs!"...