Hi guys. If this title sounds familiar, it's because the very first story I posted on here was a version of this that I gave up on as a false start. It was originally more a direct spoof of "Cinderella" with a more juvenile tone. I wanted to reboot this story with a different twist. Hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER I

Ella was a 21-year-old girl who had fallen on hard times. Despite being only a year away from graduation, she could no longer afford college and had fallen in debt with her student loans. With no opportunities and no family left, she had nowhere left to go except with her two older step-sisters, who lived in a trailer park in Kentucky. Ella remembered her step-sisters always being very bratty and enjoyed torturing her when they were younger, but she hadn't seen them in several years and hopefully that was all in the past. Maybe they had matured and, if nothing else, at least they were giving her a place to stay.

As soon as Ella arrived the trailer park, she could tell which one was her sisters'. First off, it was the nastiest and most unkempt trailer in the park, and secondly she could smell it as soon as she walked by. There were dirty socks hung out on the laundry line outside the trailer.

When Ella walked by, her two step-sisters immediately ran out, and they looked just as obnoxious now as they had ever been. Carly and Driz were both chubby, unattractive, and were, well, the cliche of white trash.

"Hello, Ella," Carly said, "So glad you finally arrived. We're glad to finally have you in our home."

"We hear you've had some rough times. How good of us to give you a place to stay!"

"It may not be as nice as Buckingmeat Palace, but we hope it's good enough for you."

"Yes, it is," Ella stammered out as she was led inside.

The trailer was a complete pigsty, and one could see Carly and Driz's lack of cleanliness extended beyond just their hygiene to their living space.

"Hope you like our place, Ella! You will of course do everything we say, won't you? Otherwise, you'll be back out on the street."

"Yes, of course-"

"Let's show you our room. You'll be sleeping on the floor."

Ella saw just how tiny the bedroom was, and how Carly and Driz shared a tiny bed. On the floor was a pile of dirty socks that had been laid out as a bed for Ella.

Ella suddenly smelled feet, and knew without looking that Carly had just kicked her shoes off. And that was when she knew. Up until that moment, there had still been a chance that maybe her step-sisters had changed, that maybe they meant well, that maybe they would be nice to her. But the moment she caught the smell of Carly's feet, and it processed in her mind that she was going to be sharing a room with that smell every night, she knew her step-sisters had every intention of torturing her as much as they could.

She turned around, and saw how accurate her nose had been. Carly was resting her socked feet up on the bed.

"Ahh, nothing quite like stinky feet at the end of a long day," Carly said with a sadistic grin.

"Yeah, I can smell them from here," Driz said, "But mine smell even worse. I think I'll make Ella take my shoes off."

"Please," Ella said, "I just arrived-"

"Ella, take our shoes and socks off now."

Knowing it was this or sleeping on the street, Ella got on her knees in front of the two of them. She removed Driz's shoes, and the smell of feet hit her. Then she slowly pulled off Driz's sweaty socks, followed by Carly's sweaty socks.

"Ahh, smell that, Ella. Aren't they stinky?"

Carly wiggled her toes while waving her foot under Ella's nose. Ella had to look down to get her breath back, but then Driz's foot was waved in her face as well.

"Aren't they bad, Ella? When we heard you were staying with us, we stopped changing our socks, just for you."

"Yeah, we even went hiking today and got them extra sweaty for."

"Sweaty and stinky!"

"Why are you doing this, guys?" Ella asked.

"Because we're adults, silly. When we were kids, we liked torturing you, but we could only go so far. Now that we're grown-ups, we can torture you sooooo much more."

That night, Ella spent the night sleeping on the pile of dirty socks, and this humiliation continued for a long time to come. Those were hot and sweaty nights. Carly and Driz each slept comfortably in their bed while Ella would have to sleep on the floor; she could smell both of her step-sisters' feet from across the room and it was absolute torture.

Ugh, Ella thought as she covered her nose, It's bad enough Carly and Driz push me around during the day, but now I have to spend all night smelling their feet too?

She knew that Carly and Driz intentionally always left their stinky shoes and stinky socks on the very spot of the floor where Ella slept. Every Sunday, Ella was forced to do everyone's laundry by hand in the trailer park's wash basin station. The family laundry always smelled bad in general, but Carly and Driz's socks were in a category all their own. Ella always washed them last, and would hold her nose the whole time.

This isn't the life my parents wanted for me, Ella thought, Sleeping on a hard floor in an ugly trailer, having to spend all night smelling feet. And not just any feet, but the feet of the same girls who torment me. I want more out of life.