Well gosh, this is a short story I wrote for a school assignment for English class and I'm almost in tears right now because it reminds me too much of my English teacher who was let go this year for stupid reasons. She was like...a teacher/friend/mom to me. It was really heartbreaking to let that go. But I get to see her in a few weeks anyway, for lunch and I'm excited for that.
Um...Did I tell you guys that MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW?? You can either vote on my profile page or in a review how old I am going to be, and if you get it right, I will either
A: Write a chapter the way you want it (but no MAJOR plot line twists that I don't approve of)
B: Dedicate my next story to you
C: Other (whatever you want, really, as long as it's not major)
Got that? You have 7 days!
I really hope you guys like this story!!
Prince Charming's POV
I sighed. Every house my cortege and I had been to had turned out to be a bust. The slipper of the enchanting girl I met last night hadn't fit any maiden in the kingdom. "Too small," "Too big," "Let me just get some duct tape…"—all excuses I heard many times from the young ladies who had tried it on. Even some of the males insisted on trying it on for size.
Let me tell you, these girls were not all ugly. There was such a variety. Small ones, tall ones, skinny ones, fat ones, sick ones, healthy ones, smart ones, dumb ones. But the shoe never seemed to fit any of them.
This was the last house and I swear that if the shoe did not fit any of the women in the house, I will crack the shoe open and glue the pieces to their foot. Although, I would be the one punished, for if it is not my true Cinderella, she might become irritating (not to mention fed up with my irresistible charm and personality, and of course, my incredible modesty). It was obviously still worth a shot.
After four hours of going door to door asking to size every girl's foot in the slipper, I was a pro. So when I knocked on the door, and an ugly woman appeared, it was the same routine.
"Hello, I have a slipper here, and I am very determined to find the owner. I would like for every maiden in this house to try it on."-Cue the faint. I reached down to help her up.
An appallingly ugly young woman, much like whom I'm guessing is her mother raced down the steps with another woman, equally ugly, racing after her. They seemed to be fixing their hair. This was going to be interesting. Very interesting…