AUTHOR: Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)
EMAIL: uber_bitch13@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: The story belongs to myself. All characters portrayed withing belong to the author of "Cinderella."
Once upon a time, there was an average-looking girl named Cinderella. She worked hard every day, doing her chores and helping her stepmother and stepsisters. Her clothing was old and in tatters, but she didn't care. What she did care about was her work.
For, you see, Cinderella wanted to make her own way in the world. To her, work built character, so she had little respect for her relatives, who preferred a life of leisure.
One day, Cinderella was looking through the mail, awaiting an answer to one of the many job interviews she had been on that week. One of the envelopes bore the ruling family's crest. She opened it, withdrawing the invitation to the ball. Shrugging, Cinderella threw the invitation into the trash receptacle residing beside the desk.
The next week, on the night of the ball, Cinderella waved to her stepsisters as their limo pulled from the drive. "Perhaps," she muttered to herself, "one of them will marry the Prince; then, I will have more time to look for a better job." She went back inside and started revising her resume.
"Hello, dearie," a voice called.
Cinderella turned in her seat, greeted by the sight of a mature woman in a pale blue gown. In her hands was a "magic wand."
"Ma'am," Cinderella began, "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you in my home?"
"I'm your fairy godmother, my dear. Now, it is time for you to be beautiful, so that you may go to the ball and have the Prince fall in love with you," she answered.
Cinderella stared at her in disbelief. "Why would I want that?"
"So that you may marry the Prince and live happily ever after," the fairy godmother sighed.
Cinderella stood up and walked to the woman. She grabbed the wand and hit the fairy on the head with it. "Now, listen here, for I will only say this once. I will make my own way in life, and if the Prince decides to love me, it will be as a result of who I am, not because I'm beautiful. I find your beliefs to be sexist and quite offensive. I apologize for my rudeness, but I think you should leave."