Narrator:
Cinderella blinked twice as she opened her eyes, today was the day. Today she would leave all that she knew for somewhere else. She sat up and took a deep breath, she stood up went to her closet and pulled out the black traveling dress, that her stepmother had left in there before leaving. It had been from the people who were taking her away. She pulled the black heels out, she looked around before ripping out the floorboard in the closet. Ignoring the splinter in her finger,she put her hand into the hole and pulled out a beautiful blue crystal necklace. Her eyes gleaming with joy at the sight of the old necklace, her only piece of jewelry.
She remembered the day after her mother's funeral, her dad had handed Cinderella a beautifully wrapped blue box. Inside it she had found the necklace, her mother's necklace, it had been passed down many generations from mother to daughter. Cinderella had always been afraid to wear it, one day she regretted not trying it on once, because it soon came in danger of being taken away. After her father's funeral, Lady Marriell had begun to rip Cinderella's room apart, she took every piece of jewelry and clothing, every toy and book, basically anything nice and decent that she had was taken away. She was then forced to live in the attic, forced to wear old rags sewn together, and then her name was taken away, she had become Cinderella. The only thing that her stepmother hadn't been able to take was the necklace Cinderella had already kept it in the attic, belonging it was safe their and it has been.
Cinderella quickly took a bath and changed into her complimentary traveling dress, as a final touch she added her mother's necklace. Just as she finished fastening the clasp, the doorbell rang. She ran down stairs and answered the door, a middle aged man stood at the door, he didn't smile or frown, his face as blank as a piece of wood.
" Come along miss." He said as he walked towards the carriage. She walked behind him, and climbed in. Suddenly everything began to shake and off they went.

Cinderella:
I looked out the window, for the first time in years I was finally alllowed outside. Everything was wonderful, even if I had been given away and was leaving with a complete stranger. As long as my mom was hanging on my neck, I knew everything would be okay. Soon I drifted into a deep sleep.

Narrator:
Cinderella fell asleep, and thought out the journey she slept, soon the carriage was driving along a dusty dirt road in the forest, the trees blocking the ever glowing moon and twinkling stars. Crickets, owls, and wolf howls could be heard throughout the forest. The carriage after a couple hours came to a stop at the front of a tall, and rather wide palace. Cinderella giggled in her sleep and sighed. She in deep slumber was oblivious to the old man who had approached and was staring at her, his face filled with joy.
" Look at how, gorgeous the girl is and only sixteen. How could anyone dare give such a child away? Poor thing." The man shook his head in disapproval and his voice full of disgust.
"Yet she sleeps, so soundly. How?" The man asked his coachman.
"Probably the best bed she's slept in since her father's death, King Mirah." The coachman sighed sadly.
The King shook his head once more before turning to his coachman, " Mic, take her to her room." The King walked back inside as Mic picked up Cinderella with the gentleness of a father, he silently walked into the palace, walking up the thousand stairs and past the million rooms until he reached Cinderella's, he looked around. The King had obviously given her a very good room just like all of the other girls, but this one was much more grand. He had believed Mic's word of the girl. Mic smiled to himself and layed Cinderella in her new bed.

The next day:
Cinderella awoke to light streaming through a beautifully curtained window. She looked around, this room wasn't dusty and moldy, like her attic or small and cramp but big and spacious. Everything we beautiful and expensive,her bed was comfortable and soft. On the bedside table lay a letter, Cinderella's curiosity took the best of her, so she opened it.
Dear Daughter, (What? Cinderella asked herself.)
You must have many questions so come to the common room dressed in the white dress found in the closet.
- Your Father.
Cinderella quickly got out of bed and washed her face and hair in the sink, she then changed into the white dress along with the white heels provided. She ran down the stairs and looked around for the common room, she heard chatter coming from a room so she walked in there looked around and found a place to sit, she sat down in a two seat sofa, no one looked at her, another girl entered and looked at Cinderella, she winced but since their were no other seats she sat next to her. The girl sat as close as she could to the edge of the sofa. The King walked in and smiled when he saw all the girls there.
" Hello girls, I'm King Mirah, and I'm your new father, you all probably have questions, so I know the signs said dancers, but I have actually adopted you. Dancers was just a typo, you are all now princesses, so welcome."
Every girl in the room smiled, but Cinderella smiled the biggest and brightest. She was happy that she wouldn't have to sell her self for shelter and food, she was glad to have a kind father once again. But what she and the rest of the girls didn't know was the price of this new life. And I'm not talking money.