So, my stepmother, she's a real piece of work. And I have a small feeling that she might not like me.
She yells at me, she glares at me, she puts poison in my drink. You know, the usual stepmother stuff.
But I was pretty sure of it when she chased me into the woods with a knife.
So, I now live with seven midgets and I clean up for them, while secretly raiding their fridge.
But last week, my stepmother came to the house in grandma glasses and started chucking apples at me, screaming "I'M PRETTIER THAN YOU!"
So, of course, I took I bite. Come on, I was hungry!
Then one of the apples hit me in the head, and I got knocked out.
I woke up to this really cute dude dumping ice water on my head.
Naturally, we got married that day.
And yesterday, I FINALLY learned his name!
We lived happily ever after until he dumped me for Cinderella.
The end.
