The Phoenix Queen

Hello!!!! This is a fake fairytale. Why? Because apparently, there wasn't enough in the world, so along with creating my OC, Cinder Phoenix, I also wrote a brand-new (to my knowledge) fairytale. I figured it's time I finally showed you guys what it is. We'll start off with Cinder's reaction to this whole thing. She will also have little comments of her opinion and what she is doing throughout the story. Thanks :)
==Introduction==
Cinder Phoenix stared at the gold cover of the book in front of her, as if she was afraid it might bite her. She didn't want to do this. But her mom said she had to. Everyone in EAH could quote their story nearly word-for-word.
Not Cinder.
Cinder had been careful to NEVER read her story. Because if she did, that would be admitting that this was going down. That there was no escape.
That Cinder would be the next Phoenix Queen.
With shaking hands, Cinder lifted the cover and slowly began to read.
==The Story==
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl with flaming red hair. (Cinder stopped at looked at ther roommate's mirror and frowned at the sigh of her own "flaming red hair". She decided she had never hated it more.) She loved to dance. People often said that when she twirled and spun, it looked like a fire was flowing from her head. ("Hewh, you think you know fire flowing from your head?!?")
But one day, disaster struck. ("Oh, yay,")
The young girl was dancing in her family's front yardwhile a crowb of her friends watched and clapped. But as she twirled, flames shot out from her hands. The children were confused and frightened. So they ran away, leaving the poor young girl to find a way to control and restrain her powers all on her own. But the young girl couldn't do it. (Cinder rolled her eyes. Of course. You can't just figure out your powers, you need someone to guide and train you in using them.)
So, to protect the young girl, and everyone from her, the child's parents locked her in a ston celler. They promised they'd left her out once the girl could control her powers. 
Ten years passed. ("And no one stops and thinks, 'Wait, what if that girl is going crazy'?!?!? Idiots.") The young girl still had no better control over her powers. She turned eighteen, still locked in the celler. War came to her land. From her small, barred window, the young woman watched as the invaders killed and plundered and stole.
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