Cinderashes
"Hey! Cinderalex! Come rub my feet!" Cinderashes sighed and went to the bidding of her beautiful sister. Her other sister yelled out that she wanted some non-fattening cucumbers for lunch. With another sigh, she went to get the cucumber.
As she went past the mirror, she paused to look at herself: ugly, hunchbacked, with protruding eyes and bowed legs, and long straggly hair, hanging greasily down her bent spine. Not like her step-sisters. Her step-sisters were beautiful: One, Annabella, had long brown hair, curled in ringlets, that hung prettily around a proud face, with beautiful blue eyes. Her other sister, Emily, had straight blonde hair, beautiful green-hazel eyes, long lashes, pink cheeks… and both of them were kind, and generous, and wonderful… she, however, was annoying, greedy, whiny, uglyand basically their exact opposite. Like her father had been, except he had been rich, and married her stepmother, who was like her daughters, except a bit time-hardened and suspicious. When her step-mother had divorced her father, he, having lost his fortune, had sold her to them as a servant/slave in an attempt to regain some cash. Her step-mother had accepted.
When her break came, and she went to her room and started to think (astonishingly).
To her dismay, there was a Royal Ball coming, to find the Prince a bride, and she wasn't going to be allowed to go,but she wanted to, because she wanted to snag the prince for herself, and become rich. So she called for her Fairy Godmother.
"What do you want?" demanded the Godmother.
"I want to become beautiful so I can get the Prince at the ball."
"No. You're to spoiled and I refuse to grant you anymore wishes until you're not." Then, with a poof of acrid smoke, she vanished.
So Cinderashes had a screaming fit, crying, shouting and screaming until she realised that the Godmother wouldn't come.
So she went and looked pitiful near the step-sisters until they noticed.
"What is it, Cinderashes?"
"I just wish that I could go to the ball… just to say I'd been there…"
Her sisters looked at each other.
"Well… I guess you could go…"
Cinderashes leaped to her feet and clapped her hands together. "Oh, Emily, Annabella, thank you so much! I'm so happy!" Then she ran off.
She picked the best dress she had – a fairly nice emerald green one, washed and combed her straggly hair, washed herself all over… and, finally, was ready.
They got into the carriage and left.
As soon as they got there, Cinderashes jumped out and ran around trying to find the prince. She found him and started clinging like a limpet, talking and babbling at him, until he was forced to order security to pull her off.
Her two stepsisters found they rather disliked the prince. He was annoying, spoiled, greedy… much like Cinderashes. But he certainly liked them! He started clinging to them like a limpet! They finally managed to lose him, leaving him looking frantically about, trying to locate them in the flashy, ostentatious crowd. Then Cinderashes found him again.
Everyone but Cinderashes was glad when the ball was over at 2:30.
Authors Note
There! I don't know exactly what should happen next, so if you have an idea, you can write it when and if you review.
Thanks for reading!
Luna
