Simply Sarcastic Cinderella
A crazy Cinderella tries to fit in. Can she do it? Rated: G

Chapter 1

(incomplete)

        “Go and clean the kitchen, now or you’ll have no supper!” said my dearest, sweetest, lovable stepmother. Yeah right and I am the Queen of France. O.k. let’s get to reality. My stepmother would rather make me get out of the house than be her maid. It doesn’t matter that I will not have any dinner because who cooks the meals? Me. Who cleans the house? Me. Who is the maid here? Me. I could walk away and it would be them with no supper, but I can’t. I would starve, freeze, and, lonely.

         “Get me my sewing kit now!” Said my stepsister Anastasia.

        “ I don’t think so. Cinderella will get mine first, because I am more important that you.” Said my other stepsister Drazzella. 

        “ No! Cinderella get mine or I’ll tell Mamma and you’ll be in big trouble.” Said Anastasia. 

        “ Big Deal. You always try to get me in trouble and it works.” I thought.

        “ Get mine!” Said Drazzella.

        “ NO! Mine!” Said Anastasia. They stared to fight and I went away to the kitchen and started to sweep the kitchen.

        As I swept I thought about the history of my life. My mother had died when I was very small and my papa thought that I needed a woman’s care. He remarried but soon after he died. (I’ll bet Stepmother had some part in that.) And she mad ME the family maid and cook, and called me Cinderella and told her snobby, whiney, mean daughters to do the same.

         I, Ella (A.K.A. Cinderella the maid) will tell my story to you.

        There came a day in our small land that the prince, who’s mother wished him to marry, was to hold a ball for every young lady in all the land. My stepmother was determined that one of her daughters was going to be the next Queen and of course Anastasia was sure it would be her and Drazzella thought it would be her. That just gave them something else to argue about. But I was so exited!

            Maybe Stepmother would let me go! Oh! But I’ll need a dress, not what I wear now.

        Oh goodness no! I went up to the attic where I slept and looked though my mother’s stuff. I went up to a dusty old trunk and found only hats. Then I went in to another trunk and found skirts and shirts but at the bottom was the loveliest dress’s I’d ever seen. It was even better than my stepsisters. I was a light blue with some sapphires in it and was covered in lace and the shoes had sapphires with diamonds in it too! 

        “ Ah I see you found the gift I gave your mother when she was your age.” Said a soft voice. I whirled around. There was a woman in her late fifties with wings and a shimmering dress. “ You need’nt be afraid of me. Your mother asked me to look after you before she died. Iam your fairy godmother.” She said.

        “ What!?” I said.

        “You will act like the ball is no importance to you and then when they leave you stay here and I will come to you again.” She said.

        “Cinderella! Where is our tea?!” Yelled Stepmother. I made a face at the door then turned around but my fairy godmother was gone. When I got down I decided I would go.
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