Hi, this is my first story on fanfiction, although this story is also up on fictionpress.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cinderella in any form
The brand new sandals were being carried to the closet. They were practically shaking with nervousness. Her cousin, a brown pair of sandals had told her that in the princess's castle, that you were judged within an inch of your life.
The kind Princess placed the new sandals next to her well worn hiking boots, "Hi," said the boots.
"Hi," said the sandals tentatively.
"It's okay. There's nothing to be scared of in here," the boots assured the sandals.
"But aren't you like some of the coolest shoes in the kingdom?" asked the sandals.
"Well yeah, but that doesn't make us snobs. We were only chosen by the Princess. Anyway, your new here, how has the Princess treated you so far?"
"Honestly really great. I mean considering that I am just an accessory," the sandals were slowly gaining confidence.
The boots laughed like that was one the most hilarious things they had ever heard. "There is no such thing as being just an accessory. I once knew a pair of shoes that changed a girl's life forever. Would you like to hear the story?"
"Yes, please," whispered the sandals.
"Well it all started with a wine glass, many years ago. . ."
I sat on the washboard, proud and tall, around me my siblings were gossiping like there was no tomorrow.
"Can you believe it, that rotten prig, the one in the green dress, threw her down and broke her. There's gratitude for you. Our sister holds her drink for her and then she breaks her. Tsk tsk, humans have no idea how much we do for them," said one of my, well snobbier sisters.
"That is so true," said another sister. "Just last week one of them had some oatmeal on their hands and then proceeded to pick me up. Uh, it felt awful. Some got caked on my side and dried. I had to feel that awful stuff until Cinderella came and washed me."
If I had eyes I would've rolled them at those comments. The washboard was dry and cozy and I felt sleepy. All their talking kept me far from dreamland where I was important. There I was absolutely needed for anything to happen to people. It was nice feeling important every once in awhile. Oh well, that would never happen anyway, so I thought.
We all heard the footsteps come into the room. Cinderella's golden head bobbed into view while Lucifer slunk in at her heels. She pulled on her crocs to go feed the chickens and to fetch water that would clean my sisters and me.
When she got back, she poured the water into the pot to boil and I was not sure if I should have felt relieved to finally be clean or to have shaken in fear because being clean meant going to "them". They are who my sisters are all complaining about. Oh sure they strut about like ladies (although in my own opinion they look like waddling ducks), their noses in the air.
Oh well it was not like we could do anything about it. We couldn't even talk to Cinderella, the way the mice could. How I wish I could make her hear me, even if just once.
Her calloused hands picked up my delicate stem and she slipped me into the soapy water. It was so peaceful, the water felt perfect. Edging towards hot, but not enough to hurt Cinderella. She rubbed soap all over me in smooth, small circles.
Too soon, she pulled me out and rubbed me with a towel. When I was set aside to dry all the way, a sigh escaped me; I had really wanted to stay in that water.
When she had finished all the dishes, she poured a cold, orangey-colored drink into me. It had a sticky pulp that was sticking to my insides.
The nerve of those people, they were using good wine glasses for orange juice. What in the world was so proper about orange juice? There was nothing proper about it, only made them feel like they are true and proper ladies.
When Cinderella placed my tray beside the pink one, I think she was called Anastasia. She shoveled porridge into her mouth then put her mouth to my cup. Uh, it was one of the most awful things that I ever felt. She slammed my fragile glass back on the tray and screamed, "Cinderella, CINDERELLA! Take my tray away!"
Hurriedly Cinderella ran in and whisked my tray away. We both sighed as soon as we were out of that horrid girl's sight. When she set me down on the washboard again all I wanted to do was fall into a deep slumber and not wake for a very long time.
The rest of the day and night passed uneventfully. Cinderella raced around getting chores done. I haven't a clue how she remains happy and walks around with the kind smile on her face and song on her lips. Those mice, rotten things, run about her feet, it was a wonder that she didn't trip over them at all. When I fell asleep finally, after all the hustle and bustle had settled down, I had no idea what would await me tomorrow.
