Cinderella: Misty. Waterflowershipping!! NOT!!! So Pokeshipping!
Note: the stepsisters will not be her real sisters.
Note: No Contestshipping or ikarishipping here! Maybe the last few chapters.
Chapter One: Tears over Time
"Misteria!" A scratchy, horrible voice drifted downs the stairs and into a girl's ears. She was dressed shabbily, in a stained white dress with a patchy brown apron over it. Her short hair was a beautiful silky red, tied up in a tight bun. Her complexion was pink-and-white, creamy, and her pretty nose, proud, well-cut mouth and big, soft cerulean eyes made her a rather handsome girl (A/N been reading too much Anne of Green Gables!).
"MIST-Y!" Misty, who was previously scrubbing the floor, winced. She delicately took the steps one at a time, afraid of what her abhorrent sisters might do. Adabella and Abrielle were not the best of siblings, you might say.
The door was slitted open.
"Well, come in!" the voice was screechy, and impatient. "I need you to do the laundry! Hurry up now!"
The owner of the voice was a redhead, too, but her red was not nearly as beauteous or angelic. It looked horrible, poorly taken care of, dry and damaged. Adabella, the other, unspoken sibling, was a bluette, and took care of her hair neatly.
Misty sighed, and rushed in. Laundry was one of her least favourite chores.
Adabella was the nice looking half-sister. She could be super mean at times, and then at other times she could be half-understanding and half-nice. Her midnight blue hair was long and straight. She had a sort of milky complexion, a small mouth with pouty lips and creamy hazel eyes. And at least Adabella had a sense of fashion. Or, at least, consulted Misty. Yes, Misty was considerably good at picking things out that looked good on you even if she herself couldn't have anything figure flattering. At the moment Adabella sported a simple, pretty white dress with a few frills and tucks with cute roses embroidered in the middle. It totally brought out her eyes. So, in a nutshell, Adabella was liveable.
Abrielle, however, was quite the opposites—smug and vain when she had no reason to. Poorly cared for hair and poorly cared for skin. She dressed ridiculously—blacks and greens she really shouldn't wear, and cruel, high necklines that positively made her look like a giraffe. Scratchy, annoying, repetitive voice. Horrible manners. These were the things that got Misty.
"Yes, Abrielle."
"Go! And that's 'Ma'm' to you!"
"Hurry! I want my green dress ready for tomorrow!" However, when saying this, Adabella threw a teensy smile at Misty. She returned it.
The cerulean-eyed redhead rushed out of the grand double doors and into the long hallway. Along the run, she saw her favourite water mouse Pokemon, Jac and Gus.
There were two things that kept Misty living where she was: the Animals and Amy. You might already know about the animals, but I'll tell you about Amy. They were best friends since birth, and always clung to each other. She had luxurious soft black hair that reached mid-waist, and bangs hanging low on her forehead and almond-shaped brown, almost ebony, eyes. A rather snubbish nose was placed below her eyes on her Asian face and below that, sat a plump-lipped, peachy mouth. Amy was an excellent seamstress, and good with animals as well.
Later that night, around nine o' clock
A single tear dripped onto a sheet of faded notebook paper, just one of many in a beautiful coiled book. It had been one of her father's prized possessions, given to her on her eighth birthday and one of the only lovely things Misty owned. She flipped through the many pages and stopped at heart-rendering memories.
July 21, 2005
Dear Diary;
Mother has died today. From a heart attack. The hospital pronounced her dead on arrival.
The page was soaked.
It was sad, but luckily we were rich enough to afford a beautiful mahogany coffin!
But is that too worldly, Diary, to be thinking about?
Sadly again, though, it is my birthday. And my mother's death day. Why! Why did He have to take my mother away on one of my favourite days of the year!
The entry was short but caused a cascade of tears. Suddenly Misty stood bolt upright; she heard footsteps and hurriedly closed her journal. Only when the thumping died away did she resume reading.
December 4, 2005
Dear Diary;
Father thought it might be good for us with mother…gone and all, to have a female parent. So he has remarried. My stepmother has children. I might like Adabella, but I fear I will never, ever warm up to Abrielle. Beatrice is my stepmother—if she stopped scolding me I might like her. But right now father is my only beacon of light.
Misty sighed.
"Father…"
She turned to a new page.
September 15, 2006
Dear Diary;
After half a year with my new "family", Father has gone to live with Mother. Now I am in the care of Abrielle, Adabella, and Beatrice. So far they have been demanding. This won't last forever, I hope.
Oh, how wrong she was.
Misty slept, unpeacefully, unawares of any changes that were, and might be, happening. And there certainly were lots.