Here it is:

Once upon a time in New York City, there lived a boy about 12 years old named Bill. His father was a close assistant of the mayor of New York City, but his mother had died when he was about 6. After a few years with just the two of them, his father remarried and took a new job that involved lots of traveling.

When his father was away on a particularly long trip his new stepmother and her two sons, Jon and Bob, treated Bill very badly. One day it got really bad. The stepmother said, “You will do all the chores and clean every room in this house. Therefore, you will not be allowed to communicate with your father so I’m taking away your cell phone.”

Early the next day while his stepfamily was shopping, Bill went to his mother’s grave. He was surprised to find another cell phone and a note that said, “Bill, luck will come your way soon. Take this.” He was picking up the note and was going to read it again and suddenly at the same time his cell phone started ringing. It was the mayor calling so he answered immediately. The mayor was asking him to a party.

“But I can’t go,” Bill started to say, but then turned to leave and saw a bag that had “Bill” engraved on it. Inside, there was a very expensive suit and another note. “Go to the party and have fun! From your loving parents.” So Bill told the mayor he’d be there after all.

So Bill went! Everyone had a great time. Well, except for Bill’s stepfamily who had no one to dance with because they were too ugly for anyone to look at. Bill had a great time dancing with the mayor’s daughter. But as the stepfamily was starting to leave, Bill had to go because he had to be home before them. Bill didn’t notice it but his cell phone fell out of his pocket as he started running away home. When he ran off, she started to call after him.

When he got home he quickly took off his suit and hid it in the attic. He came down just as the stepfamily was walking in.
Bill asked, “How was the party?”

They replied, “It was wonderful. There was a very handsome looking man who ran away from the Mayor’s daughter. She was very unhappy. Too bad you missed it.”

“Yeah,” said Bill, “too bad.” But secretly he was smiling.
The next day the paper said:
The mayor’s daughter had a party and a mysterious man ran away. He has lost a cell phone. Neighbors say he lives on the Upper East Side near Gracie Mansion. More available in the later edition.

Right before dinner, there was a knock on the door. Bill answered it. It was the mayor himself. He said, “My daughter lost a dance partner that lives here, we think. We found the information about you on your new phone.

Bill said, “Why thank you! I just got it yesterday. Right know, I am the only person here. My family is in California. You came to the right person.”

“I believe you,” replied the mayor. Now I have to show you someone.

“Father!” cried Bill. “I’m so glad you came back. Lets get away from Jon and Bob. I hate them.

“Good idea. I just got divorced from her. By the way, now we can live in the Mayor’s mansion.”

“Great idea,” said Bill. And they lived happily ever after. Except the stepfamily, who lost their money buying stuff.