A.N I wrote this in 6th grade so It might not be tge best in the spelling and grammer department but... Who cares? Note if you caer I apologize and feel free to flame me 8)
Maybe we weren't the best foster family, but she should have been grateful! Most people would have landed her in an orphanage the day her father died. Then again a child as spoiled as her you'll hopefully never meet. She had everything in the world, but would she even spare a crust of moldy bread? No, of course not! Maybe I should start at the beginning.
You think you know the story of Cinderella, orphaned girl goes to ball, wins Princes hand, perfect little angel. Right? Wrong! It's a bunch of lies. Here's what really happened, the true story...
Once upon a not so long ago time, in a not so far away place there lived a not so large family. In this family there lived a widow mother and her two daughters'. The mother soon married a rich merchant and he became my dad, of course, and his daughter became my annoying spoiled, stepsister, 'the brat'. Whatever she asked for her father gave her. When her father died all mother did was, well, 'even things out a bit'. Before, she had treated us like slaves, so naturally we had some 'unpleasant' feelings toward her, but what does that matter? Anyway when the invitations to the ball came, Ella, who by the way had never been called Cinderella till the news reporters showed up, snatched hers up and went to go lounge somewhere. When Mother told the three of us that if we didn't clean we couldn't go, Ella sulked. I remember it as clearly as yesterday.
"Girls you must get your work done. A fancy ball does not mean we should go penniless today. No work, No ball," mother said. Ella went off to avoid work.
"Ella," I said, "you really should work mother doesn't say things she doesn't mean."
"Shut your trap," Ella growled at me.
"I'm just trying to help," I said.
"Well I don't want your advice Mrs. worldly wise," Ella retorted
When it was time to go naturally Ella hadn't done a stitch of work.
As we were leaving Ella started crying. "Please take me with you I'm sorry I'll do extra work tomorrow," She begged. Feeling bad for her when mother left, I went to my room, Ella was a bit larger than I was, so she fit in clothes that were to be saved for me. I took my father's mother's wedding dress and my mother's great, great, great, great aunt Gertrude's glass slippers' and hid in the bushes. When she came to the garden I came out and pretended to be her fairy godmother. I let her borrow the lovely gown and dainty shoes. Oh yea, and the home at midnight thing was garbage I just wanted to see if she could see through my disguise. As for the prince and the whole 'love at first sight thing' that is complete baloney. The Queen thought, in all her borrowed finery she could pass as a foreign princess and not embarrass the country's name. Then that self-centered twerp ran off and lost one of my shoes. When Ella saw the prince coming to our house, she dressed herself in rags and started scrubbing the floor. She was such a spectacle that the press thought it would make a great headline. PEASENT GIRL BECOMES PRINCESS! They got her whole side of the story not even blinking an eye when they heard the truth. Then, to top it off, she took her 'borrowed' finery with her. Not only that, but she declared us outlaws and forced us to leave the country. Now tell me how would you feel if you had given your best things to this girl, and this is the thanks you get. I highly doubt that you would feel kindly toward her. So now you've heard the true story, of what really happened. Pass this information on to save our country from the clutches of a spoiled brat!
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