AUTHOR'S NOTE: I actually wrote this story when I was about 7 or 8 years old. Once I found it and read it whilst searching through old stuff on my hard drive, I could help but laugh so hard once I read it. Anyways, this is an edited version of the story, fixing all the grammar and spelling errors I made. If you can't handle the extreme dorkiness of this story, don't read! XD BTW, I don't hate the colour black, it's actually one of my favourite colours! I just didn't like it very much at that time as a kid :P
Cinderella loved dressing in different colours. She wanted to wear a rainbow dress to the ball. She looked through her drawers when one of her stepsisters stopped her.
"You are so ugly," she said, "Why don't you wear this black dress?"
She pulled out from her pocket an old black dress with tears and holes in it.
"NO!" Cinderella said, "This is ugly for me to wear. YOU wear it. YOU think that it looks cool. YOU wear it,"
"No, YOU wear it!" screamed the other stepsister.
"Yeah!" said the stepmother.
"That's it," said Cinderella, "It's time to avenge on you! You can come out now!"
All of a sudden her father's spirit emerged out of nowhere. He flew over to the three and towered over them. And the stepmother and stepsisters were shivering.