Anastasia's Cinderella
My name is Anastasia. I know it's a pretty name. Well I am Cinderella's stepsister. Her name is actually Cindy. You must me wondering why does every one call her Cinderella? Well just read and you will find out. My sister is and obsessive, compulsive work-colic. She is cleaning twenty four seven. I know what are you think, why would she clean a house that's not really hers? This is her answer: "I live in this house too, I don't want to people thinking that I am a sob because the condition of the house," she said. I know it sounds really crazy but it's true. She cleans so much that her nice cloths look horrible after a day or two, and the thing is she doesn't care. Cindy goes out for her cleaning "equipments" with her sooty cloths. The people on the street see Cindy and without thinking they think she is abused. That's how she got her nickname Cinderella. I told you how she got her name but not how her famous story all started. It was one autumn day; there was a knock on the door. I ran forward and opened it. It was the king's messenger with an invitation to the prince's ball. I was so excited. I ran up the stairs screaming "WE ARE INVITED TO THE BALL!" Cindy heard the new and ran straight fabric shop. She spent day after day after day making our dress. I was excited too but I really don't have any talent in making cloths. Though I did gave her advise, so don't think I made her do all the work. She was done just in time. I got this wonderful blue dress. It curved in all the right places. The bottom spend out so went I danced it would make me look like I'm flowing. Cindy's dress was even fancier but I don't blame her because she made the dresses. She tried it on and it looked just fabulous on her. She spun around and accidentally knocked of the tea and right on her dress. She washed it once after another but it would come out. I would of stayed and comfort her but I would have been late for the ball and she insisted that I go. I don't know how long she wept, but when she got to her senses, she remerged around. Some how she found her mother's old dress in the attic. She got to the ball thanks to a kind driver and when she came in, I couldn't recognize her. The prince spotted her immediately and asked her to dance. She danced so gracefully. I was almost crying because I was so jealous of her. Cindy was filled with joy and forgot the time. She had to leave right away because she promised the kind driver that she will leave at twelve so he has enough time to come back to pick up his boss. Cindy stormed out of the ballroom. She tripped over the carpet and dropped her shoe. The prince was depressed that he didn't get to know her name and he might never see her again. Then suddenly he looked down and found my stepsister's shoe. He had an idea to let every girl who went to the ball to try it on. I knew I wasn't going to fit into the shoe but decided to try anyways. Sadly I did not fit in it as I expected. I told Cindy to try it on. Knowing it was her she stepped forwarded and tried it on. It was a prefect fit. I was happy for her but sad that I can't be with the prince. Later they got married and the people started a rumour about how her fairy godmother helped her and very thing. Cindy tried to speak up many times but everyone liked to believe a fairytale more than a boring story. Though Cindy did tell me the whole story and it's my job to tell it to everyone else.
My name is Anastasia. I know it's a pretty name. Well I am Cinderella's stepsister. Her name is actually Cindy. You must me wondering why does every one call her Cinderella? Well just read and you will find out. My sister is and obsessive, compulsive work-colic. She is cleaning twenty four seven. I know what are you think, why would she clean a house that's not really hers? This is her answer: "I live in this house too, I don't want to people thinking that I am a sob because the condition of the house," she said. I know it sounds really crazy but it's true. She cleans so much that her nice cloths look horrible after a day or two, and the thing is she doesn't care. Cindy goes out for her cleaning "equipments" with her sooty cloths. The people on the street see Cindy and without thinking they think she is abused. That's how she got her nickname Cinderella. I told you how she got her name but not how her famous story all started. It was one autumn day; there was a knock on the door. I ran forward and opened it. It was the king's messenger with an invitation to the prince's ball. I was so excited. I ran up the stairs screaming "WE ARE INVITED TO THE BALL!" Cindy heard the new and ran straight fabric shop. She spent day after day after day making our dress. I was excited too but I really don't have any talent in making cloths. Though I did gave her advise, so don't think I made her do all the work. She was done just in time. I got this wonderful blue dress. It curved in all the right places. The bottom spend out so went I danced it would make me look like I'm flowing. Cindy's dress was even fancier but I don't blame her because she made the dresses. She tried it on and it looked just fabulous on her. She spun around and accidentally knocked of the tea and right on her dress. She washed it once after another but it would come out. I would of stayed and comfort her but I would have been late for the ball and she insisted that I go. I don't know how long she wept, but when she got to her senses, she remerged around. Some how she found her mother's old dress in the attic. She got to the ball thanks to a kind driver and when she came in, I couldn't recognize her. The prince spotted her immediately and asked her to dance. She danced so gracefully. I was almost crying because I was so jealous of her. Cindy was filled with joy and forgot the time. She had to leave right away because she promised the kind driver that she will leave at twelve so he has enough time to come back to pick up his boss. Cindy stormed out of the ballroom. She tripped over the carpet and dropped her shoe. The prince was depressed that he didn't get to know her name and he might never see her again. Then suddenly he looked down and found my stepsister's shoe. He had an idea to let every girl who went to the ball to try it on. I knew I wasn't going to fit into the shoe but decided to try anyways. Sadly I did not fit in it as I expected. I told Cindy to try it on. Knowing it was her she stepped forwarded and tried it on. It was a prefect fit. I was happy for her but sad that I can't be with the prince. Later they got married and the people started a rumour about how her fairy godmother helped her and very thing. Cindy tried to speak up many times but everyone liked to believe a fairytale more than a boring story. Though Cindy did tell me the whole story and it's my job to tell it to everyone else.