Love of the Rings

Here's the begining of my horrible,fifteen years of life: My dad died when I was six. Way to start off a paragraph right? At that age, most people wouldn't understand whats going on, but I did. I understood that my father was never coming back, and that mother was the type of person who would remarry some buisness freak witha butt load of kids who would never understand me. As it turns out, that is exactly what happened. When I wasten she married a rich laywer, who had seven daughters.
Yeah. You read that right. Seven. All of which are older than me except for Isannah, who's eight. At first glance she looks like the perfect, little, angel with her platinum, blonde hair and innocent, blue eyes, but only I see her for who she really is. Her golden curls hide her horns perfectly.
The closest daughters to my age are Saige and Casandra, the twins. They are a year older than me, and are constantly reminding me of it. Unfortunatly being a year apart does not stop them from stealing my clothes. As if they don't have a huge wardrobe already. "But Larissa! Your lilac blouse goes perfectly with my blonde highlights. My blouse is too purple." That is one of the rare occasions where they will "ask" me to borrow clothes. Most of the time They sneak in my room and steal shoes when I'm doing the dishes or something.You would think it bad enough, but why does there have to be two of them?!
Moving down the line of stepsisters is Hazel. She's a typical teenager, at the age of seventeen. She stays in her room and only comes out for meals, school, and dates. She has to look drop-dead gorgeous twenty four/seven when in reality she looks like a fake. Not only that, but she is constantly trying to kidnap me and turn me into her dress-up doll.
Then there are the three oldest daughters. Winn, who is twenty, Evelin, twenty three, and Toni, twenty eight. Toni is engaged to an idiot who is, of course, filthy rich.
When I was twelve, my mother became very ill. her face was as white as a ghost and she could barely move. Everyone new her time was near. The morning when she died I went to say good bye to her before I had to leave for school. When I was getting up to leave she took my hand and put something in it. "Take this," she whisphered to me. "Wear it and you can never be harmed." I nodded and left the room without another word. When I was out of the room I opened my hand. In it was a ring made from small, silver feathers. Since then I have never taken it off.
At the time I didn't know whether my life had taken a turn for the best or the worst when I found the letter in 'father's" office. That morning I had woken up at the sound of Hazel's loud mouth screaming her head off. I ran into the bathroom and found her standing on top of the toilet.
"There's a monster spider over there!"
And sure enough, when I looked over, there was a spider. However it was no larger than a dime. I rolled my eyes.
"Hazel, that is not a monster spider. A monster spider would be bigger than your fist."
"They make them that big?" she asked.
I rolled my eyes again. Why do I bother? I thought. I took one of her flipflops and hit the spider with it.
"You idiot!" Hazel screamed at me, jumping down off the toilet. "Do you know how expensive those are?"
"You paid three hundred dollars for a pair of flipflops that you only wore once in the past two months!" I shouted back at her.
"Clean it!"
"What?" I asked confused.
"Clean my shoe. Make sure you get all of the spider guts off. But don't use soap or water because it will ruin the shoe," she instructed.
I looked at her, dumbfounded."Forget it!"
"Fine," she snapped at me. "I guess I'll just have to tell daddy where you were last night when you should have been in your room."
"You wouldn't!"
"Actually I would, so you better get cleaning."
"Since I can't use soap and water what else is there?" I asked.
"I think dad has some shoe polish in his desk. Use that."
"Hazel, you do know shoe polish polishes shoes not clean them right?"
"Well, duh!" she said in an I'm-all-that type of way. Puh-leez, I thought. "I don't care how you clean them just clean them! Or I'll tell dad."
"Fine," I said sharply. I headed towards my stepfathers bedroom.
"And don't use soap and water!" she called after me.
"Whatever," I mumble to myself. Then I had a brillent idea. I speed walked the rest of the way to his room and opened his underwear drawer. I wiped the squashed spider throughout the drawer. Hey, it seemed like a brillent idea at the time.
When I was turning around to leave I tripped and lost my balance. Unintentionally, I threw the flipflop at stepfather's desk and into one of the drawers that had been carelessly left open. I rushed over to it because I knew someone would have heard the noise. I flipped through the files until I found the flipflop. I was going to get up and hurry out of there but something caught my eye. My name was written in emerald green ink on an envolope. When I picked the envolope up I had relized there was more of them. About fifteen envolopes were shoved in the back of this drawer with my name on them.
"What are you doing in here?" boomed a voice behind me. I spun around to see stepfather standing in the doorway. He was a large man and can be very intimidating when he is red in the face and his fists are clenched.
"Just retrieving Hazel's shoe, sir." I gulped.
"Get out!" he bellowed.
When a man who is six five and looks like he's about to blow up, you don't make him anymoremad than he already is. I hurried out of there as fast as I could.
When I had gotten to my room, I locked the door and removed the letter from my pocket I had stashed before stepfather had yelled at me. I ripped off the wax seal and pulled out the letter. It read: