Misguided fairytales Ch. 1: Cinderella
Cinderella's on the bedroom floor, she's got a crush on the guy at the liquor store, 'cause Mr. Charming don't come home anymore, she forgets why she came here.
Cinderella sat woefully at the base of her large bedpost, tears making shining paths down her cheeks. This was so stupid, why did they have to come? Its not like either of her stepsisters were lacking a home, and her stepmother sure as heck wasn't, why did they need to follow her this time? Her life was so much better without them, must they ruin everything.
"Ella dear, go fetch me some fresh milk." Her stepmother had said.
"Get it yourself. You have hands don't you?" was the reply.
"But they are wrinkled, how am I supposed to go in public with such ugly hands?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe by walking out of this room and getting a pale of milk?"
It was silent for a moment, while Cinderella looked to her wicked stepmother. It was amazing how stupid that woman could be.
"Ella, lend me a few coins, I need a new broach." One of her sisters had said.
"You've got enough, use your own." Was the reply.
"But Ella!" the stepsister whined. "Your tokens are so much cleaner than mine!"
"Your point?" Cinderella asked. It was amazing how greedy and narcissistic those girls could be.
Now it had gone too far. Both her stepmother and her two stepsisters had told Prince Charming that Cinderella had done terrible things, and whatever the thing was, the Prince had punished her for it. She had new whip marks all over her body now, some puffy and infected.
But today, the Prince hadn't come back from his hunting trip and it was getting late. It was when a maidservant had given her a small note from the Prince that the tears had started. He has said that he was not coming back for he was running away with a German Princess who would not be so traitorous as Cinderella herself.
It had been three days since she had gotten the letter, and Cinderella was in horrible shape. She hadn't come out of her bedroom ever since and had refused to let anyone enter aside from the man who ran the local winery, and he was only aloud to come in if he brought a bottle of wine with him.
On one such occasion, the man entered the room and knelt at Cinderella's feet.
"My dear Princess, would you please eat something before you starve?"
Cinderella, who had grown feelings for the young man, chewed on her lip before answering. "If it pleases you, dear Peter, then I shall."
Peter bowed and left, leaving the bottle of wine at Cinderella's feet. When he came back, he carried a large heap of fresh bread, cheese, and grapes. Cinderella looked kindly to the man who cared about her so, and wondered why in the world she had come to live with Prince Charming in the first place. He was never especially kind to her, and had even admitted that he wished she could be more ladylike, for he said she was often too loud with her opinions, even though she had done everything he'd asked for years without a single voiced complaint. Maybe she could live with Peter and everything would turn out better?
Blegh!!