Some say I'm ugly. Most say I'm ugly. I have a sister and a step-sister. Most of you have probably heard of my step-sister, Cinderella. And some of you know of my step-sister, the "nice" one. I'm in a world, all alone. Cinderella found true love, my sister found true love, and my wretched mother is in prison.
There is no one to love me. No one there for me. I'm just alone, forever. Everyone things I'm mean, but no one tries to get to know me. They just write me off as mean.
But you know what! Maybe I'm not mean! Because I'm not! I've said it! I'm not mean!
I'm going to tell you how my life really is, how it really was. Someone needs to know. The more people who know, the better. I deserve that much at least, right? I'm a human being! Aren't I? Is too much to ask for what I deserve? Just hear my story. Someone needs to.
It all started when Cinderella's mother died. My mother knew of him and kept her eye on him for a day like this. Me and my sister, Anastasia, both knew that our mother killed our father. It was for the money. She was careful to make it look like an accident, and she did. No one knows.
So my mother led in the distraught widower who was Cinderella's father. He didn't have much money in my mother's eyes. She needed exactly that much to pull in a rich husband. She had a plan and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
She made poor Cinderella's dad fall for her. I didn't understand why then. Cinderella was so young. Anastasia and I were young, too. My mother's plan worked. Cinderella's father and my mother were quickly married and a week later he became very, very ill. Within that week Cinderella's father was dead and my mother had a new servant.
Poor Cinderella. At least I wouldn't have to. I used to do it all. In a terrible way, I was actually glad to have her as a servant. I know it's horrible and there's no excuse for feeling that, but I couldn't help it.
Anastasia always got exactly what she wanted. People think she's the nicer stepsister. That is wrong. She's spoiled. When she stole the wand all she wanted was true love. That was all Mother couldn't get her. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Both mine and Cinderella's fathers were dead. Cinderella's mother was also dead. As she went into slavery left it. I had to do everything my mother said or I would be doomed. I stayed at her side to avoid going back to where I was, no better than a slave.
That got me absolutely nowhere. Actually it sent me backward. I was then considered mean. I was just trying to survive. I am not mean! Mother things I'm a failure. I get no respect.
Please continue to read my story. I have hardly made a dent. It gets much, much more tragic. Someone needs to know. I need someone to know. And that someone is you.