Cinderella, Told From the Stepmother's Eyes
Chapter One: A Different Cinderella
By: Fairylady
A/N: Ok, this is not the original Cinderella story, but I hate it when I read a story and it Cinderella is always the victim! I think that sometimes the ones who seem to be the cruelest of the bunch is actually the nicest, but was turned evil from wick stories told by only one side of the story. This is a story about a stepmother who has to deal with a stepdaughter who doesn't love her and cares for nothing but herself. This was all written because of a English!! I need to pull my grade up from the D and make it into a B- at least! Yikes, wish me luck, my fellow writers and readers!
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She thinks she's prefect, but she's not. My daughters are much fairer then she will ever be. It maybe that my daughters cannot do all the things that other maidens can do like cook, sew, sing, or play an instrument, but they are prefect in their own ways. Annabelle maybe a skinny little runt that always daydreams when she should study and Christine is a little bit chubby for a young maiden of her age, but they are both my beautiful daughters.
Lindsay, or Cinderella as my daughters have taken to calling her, is skinny also and has a bony body that looks almost sickly. She was like that before I even meet Stephen, Lindsay's father. Oh, how I loved that man, but his daughter always looked at us with a hateful glee in her wicked brown eyes. Yes, she hated us first there is no doubt in that. Her exact words to me when I first came here were, "You will never be my mother and I will never treat you like a part of my family!" She was sixteen then, a young maiden herself who loved to do everything from horseback riding to dancing in the fresh spring rain when it fell.
I felt sorry for her in a way back in the good days when Stephen was still alive so I decided to give the girl another chance. She was the one to ruin it when she cut both Annabelle's and Christine's hair down to their very scales and then burned the hair so not even a wig could be made out of the beautiful locks. My lovely daughter's were never able to forgive her, but I was even though Annabelle and Christine begged me to punish her. Stephen and I both talked about her punishment that night and came up with the idea to send her to the church and see if anything was wrong with her.
For three days they were gone, two days of traveling and one day talking with the priests, before they finally came home and Stephen said that his little Lindsay would be all right now, but when a heart learns to hate it is hard to change it. The night after they came back Lindsay took all of my clothes and burned them all in a large bonfire in the front yard. Stephen was boiling mad and I was weeping as I watched all the good money I had saved up just to buy most of those dresses gone in a simple act of hate. What made it worse was the fact that my wedding dress that Stephen himself bought for me for our wedding was on top being charred into black ashes. Then it was my turn to never forgive her.
One year later Stephen died because of a bad heart or that is what the doctor said. Lindsay was sad over the death of her father, but when I tried to comfort her she spit in my face and ran off into the forest. From that day on she has been working in the house we all share as a servant. She can leave when she wants, but she has stayed with only the reason of being home. Now she is nineteen and my daughters as well, each looking for a husband, except for Lindsay as she continues to sulk in the hallways and clean everything in her rags she insists on wearing.
That was only the beginning. Lindsay grew much worse as time drew on, but no matter what she did I never expected what she did the very last time I saw her.
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A/N: Just to let all of ya know, I do have this story all done and if you want to see the end, all of ya just need to review, but no flaming please for I always find a way to punish the flamer.