Cheyenne Wu

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ENGL2030

Fanfiction of Cinderella

The next day morning, the Tremaines all close up like a clam. The sky looks

like a sea before a heavy rain, which is gray and gloomy. The whole house fades its

color under the overcast sunlight.

Mrs. Tremaine is lolling in a pink calico printing sofa and holds a gilding cup

of coffee in her hands. Her eyes looks out of the exquisite woodcutting window and

then takes her sight back very soon. She touches the platinum ring with a big piece of

diamond on the ring finger of her left hand narrowing her eyes.

“Mom! Is it real? Celia told me...what should we do.. Oh, god...!” Anastasia

rushes into the sunless and magnificent living room, wearing her green silk nighty

with hair disheveled. The dark circles on her pale face make her ogreish.

Mrs. Tremaine frowns and looks at her daughter up and down. She rolls her

dark-green eyes and rebukes, “How terrible you are! Look at yourself, darling. I told

you that keep good look anytime. And then you’ll likely to be a real nobility.” She

takes a sip of the fresh Jamaica blue mountain coffee and puts the cup on the table

with a disgusted look on her face.

“You don’t scare at all? We lose our source of living again. You should do

something , for us , for our future!” Anastasia gazes at her mom with her rounded

eyes. She holds the rosewood arms of the sofa tightly as if all these luxurious things in

her current life will fade away immediately. Oh, I should buy more treasures before,

she feels very regretful.

“All the things I do are only for you two fools. Nobody want and will live as

poor life as before anymore. I’ve got a plan.” She gentles her voice and pats

Anastasia’s back and her head.

Anastasia’s light-green eyes light up. She hastens around the sofa and goes

down on her knees in front her mom. She puts her jaw on her mother’s knees and asks

with a bright tone, “ Really!What’s the plan? ”

Mrs. Tremaine cups Anastasia’s shaggy-haired head. She looks forward as if

she is seeing something. But actually there is nothing in her eyes. Her voice is full of

memory, and also like singing a cradlesong. “He could never forget his ex-wife. I

realized it as long as I saw him crying silently looking at the yellowing photo of his

ex-wife at her birthday. He respected us, but not loved. I preferred that I had never

seen it. But the things changed can never come back.”

She tells this story as if it happens on others. There is a cold moonlight

flowing in her eyes. After telling, she keeps silent for a while. Then she closes her

eyes painted fine dark eyeliner and chuckles,“Only money is real and loyal. I won’t

waste time on finding a person who don’t care about me after the worst windstorm in

recent fifty years. And I’ve destroyed his prepared testament. All the things are mine,

are ours.” Like talking to someone invisible, she nods her carefully combed head

along with talking. Anastasia looks up at her mom with her mouth open widely, but

Mrs. Tremaine sits straightly patting her daughter’s head unconsciously. She has been

lost in thinking and recalling.

Both Mrs. Tremaine and Anastasia do not know that at the same time,

Cinderella is hiding behind the door of the kitchen. She is hiding behind the dirty

wood door of the kitchen during all their conversation. She relies on the old door and

almost pratfalls on the cold marble floor. The white sunlight covers her, but she

shudders and bites her lips so hard. She feels like that It’s suddenly turns from

summer to winter.

One person paces and walks lazily into the kitchen. Cinderella sees a pair of

gray eyes. It’s Celia.

Celia glances at her and looks away immediately just like she has not seen

anything. She walks up to the dead wood worktop and pours a bottle of warm fresh

milk. She stands against the worktop and puts her left ankle on the right one. As

elegant as usual, she takes a slip and a slip of the milk.Cinderella stares at her

embroidered slippers and malaxates her own tattered denim dress. There is still slight

smell of milk on her fingers.

All the warmth and sunshine in my life would never come back. This words

suddenly come into Cinderella’s mind. A lump comes into her throat. Tears blur her

eyes. How can these people be too selfish and heartless! My father treated them so

well. Oh, my poor dad. Cinderella feels mournful for his father. Her heart starts to

pain.

Celia continues drinking her milk like nothing important has happened.This

behavior sat a fire in Cinderella’s chest. She jumps up from the floor and rushes to

Celia like a wind. She snarls in a sobbing tone, “Do you hear about your mother’s

words?”

Celia closes her eyes for a moment, then opens. She looks out of the opening

window, but says nothing.

Oh, look! This is how heartless people looks like. Cinderella yells in her

mind. She turns up her voice and says word by word, “Abandon my father! You hear

it, don’t you ?!” The anger in her voice becomes more than sadness.

“I think it’s the best choice.”Celia looks at her peacefully with her big gray

eyes. Her voice is like a news reporter who is talking about the weather. Her looks at

the withered grass on the yard again as long as she finishes her words.

“What...?” it’s a little hard for Cinderella to accept the truth. . Until last night,

she thinks that Celia is a little different from her step-mother and another sister. Celia

never hurts her, though she also makes fun of her along with Anastasia. But Celia is

reasonable at least. Every time Anastasia slanders her, Celia will frown and stop her.

Actually, she asked Celia with a weak hope in her mind. Maybe Celia would disagree

with her mom and could stand by her. A frozen wan smile on Cinderella’s face attracts

Celia’s notice.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Ella. It’s silly to rely on others all the time, especially

people who hate you. ” Celia puts the bottle on the worktop and across her arms in

front of her chest. She stares at Cinderella with a slight smile on her face.

Cinderella looks at the glazed floor. She makes fists and relaxes her hands.

She does this around ten times. Finally, her body stops shaking. “ What a best choice.”

Her voice is very strange. Tears start to slowly trickle again down her pale face,

leaving two wet marks. Looking at Cinderella, Celia puts her hands down

unconsciously and withdrawing a little her smile face. She saw her cry for several

times. Her eyes were as meek as rabbits’ in the past. She always hid herself in the

corner behind the worktop and bit her arms to make the cry silently. But now, she

glared at her and set her teeth like a trapped leopard cub.

“In the past time, you three treated me badly and I could understand it. You

were afraid that I would hurt your benefit. You were afraid that my father still loved

me best. But think about yourselves! In his mind, you and I had nothing different.

Your clothes, your food, your party, everything you wanted, he gave you. Why can

not stop being afraid and to love? Why? ” Ella shouts loudly and her face turns to red.

She pointed at her step-sister. Her body shocks seriously. After these words, she

squats suddenly and covers her eyes. A sound of choking with sobs comes out through

her fingers. And then, she stands up unexpectedly and brushes the porcellaneous vase

on the worktop off. The porcelain shards litter the marble hard floor. The water and

red roses mixes each other on the floor.

The big silvery noise heard by the two people in the living room.

Mrs.Tremaine and Anastasia hurries to enter the kitchen. “ What’s wrong with you!

Cinderella!” The step-mother shouts with her forefinger pointing to Cinderella. She

does not know what has happened yet.

Seeing her step-mother coming up, Ella sneers. “ I did not care about how

badly you treat me before. If only my father happy, I will be happy. So now, there’s no

reason for me to keep enduring.” Cinderella stares at her step-mother with a , just like

she is a stranger for her.

Mrs.Tremaine realizes what has happened. She turns her rattled face into a

clam one. She said with a deep commanding voice, “ don’t dream, Cinderella. You are

nothing now. Be clever and you can live much easier.” She frowns and glances

sideways at Cinderella, as if she is a deliberately making troubles.

Cinderella smiles sightly. Then she turns her head and looks outside, just like

that she has heard nothing. A ray of the orange sunlight covers her face. The words

her mother told her before she passed away comes into her mind. “Have courage. Be

kind.” She smiles softly. I was completely wrong before. She soliloquizes.

“ Oh,really? I’m sorry that I cannot agree. Let’s go and look.” Cinderella

statements. She puts off her apron and throws it on the floor. She holds up her head

and walks steadily out of the short dirty door, just like the way Mrs.Tremaine teaches

her daughters how to walk on the blanket. The smile on her face makes her shining

with soft white light like a fairy, even if her face is still dirty. She walks by the other

three people, her step-mother and Anastasia open their mouths and can’t see straightly

into her eyes. Celia stares at her and thinks about something. She goes to the gate. The

sky becomes lighter and the fresh wind is blowing the gray clouds away.

At the skyline, a handsome man wearing red and white silk riding suit rides a

white horse and shows up. Cinderella looks at him. Soft warm wind blows her old but

clean blue dress. She smiles and waves her hands to that man. He likes me. Though I

didn’t care about him before, but I want him to love me forever now. Thinking about

this, Cinderella jumps with laughing while waving her hands more widely.

Reflective letter

Cinderella is a very familial fairy tale to me. And it accompanies me from

childhood to now. I watched all the cartoons and musical drama of this story. But all

of them are just still telling a simple story without logic. Every character in it is

symbolic. There is no mental activity in this story. Why Cinderella’s step-mother

treats her so badly? Why Cinderella is so eager to present the ball and when she meet

the prince, she doesn’t surprise at all？If Cinderella’s two sisters are not only stupid

but also very ugly, it’s impossible for them to be princess even if Cinderella didn’t

show up. I don’t understand why the step-mother is so confident every time I read it.

These questions confuses me long time ago. So, I want to write some details based on

my own understanding to make this story logic.

In my fanfiction, I made up a plot that Mrs. Tremaine talks about her

marriage with Cinderella’s father with Anastasia. In her view, her life in this marriage

isn’t happy. She didn’t find love which was she most wanted. Cinderella’s father still

loved his ex-wife best. No women will be happy with this. Everyone want respect and

love in marriage. So she hated Cinderella and couldn’t help being hard on her.

Also, if Cinderella only met the prince once, I think they couldn’t have such a

strong feeling with each other. And Cinderella talked with the prince during the ball

without any feeling of unfamiliarity and astonishment. So I guessed that they must

had dated for several times. And there should be a reason for Cinderella to meet him. I

let her listen to the conversation between her step-mother and sister. She knew that

they didn’t want to save his father and wanted to occupied all the things belonged to

her and her family. She would be angry and outburst. To be a real princess becomes

her only way to be strong. So she contacts with the prince on purpose so that the

prince has a deep strong feeling with a poor girl who meet him by chance.

In my story, I made Celia, Cinderella’s another step-sister, a indifferent person.

Because not everybody has a strong jealousy in mind. Her attitude changed when she

faced interest. It’s the last hurt on Cinderella. So she changed her mind. She wanted to

have a relationship with the prince. She was so eager to present the ball. And it’s why

her step-mother prevented her to be found by the prince.

In the fanfiction writing, I used lots of metaphor, similies and understatements.

For example, “the sky looks like a sea before a heavy rain.” And“ there is a cold

moonlight in her eyes.” I also used many descriptive dialogues. I wrote both

characters’ mental activity and actions in detail. All their languages are match their

character. There also are some figurative languages in my fanfiction story. It helps me

to consider about how to make a story logic during writing fanfiction this time. I also

learned a lot of how to make one character’s action suitable with its mental activity.