~THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to Smiley for reviewing! And also for understanding the point of the messed up fairy tales. There IS no point, and that's the whole point! I am just weird. Smiley, you are the best!~

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there was a girl named Cinderella. She lived with her stepmother and two evil stepsisters. They made her cook for them and clean everything, and basically turned her into a servant. One day, Cinderella heard that the prince was giving a royal ball. She wanted to go really, REALLY bad. Her stepsisters didn't talk about anything else but the ball. They spent hours getting ready for the ball. Cinderella watched them go, wishing that she could go, too.
"I wish I could go to the ball," she sobbed. Nothing happened.
"I wish I could go to the ball!" she repeated, louder. Still nothing.
"I WISH I COULD GO TO THE BALL!" Nothing was happening.
"WHERE IS THE FAIRY GODMOTHER?!"
There was a deafening bang, and in a cloud of smoke and flame, the Wicked Witch of the West appeared.
"You're fairy godmother's on vacation," she snapped. "I'm supposed to do her stuff."
In a flash, Cinderella had her carriage (falling apart), her horses (skinny, shabby ponies), and the carriage driver (a six-year-old kid). Before Cinderella could object, the witch disappeared.
"That's okay, I'll walk then," she muttered, stomping off. "I don't even have a dress."
She got to the ball, and the prince noticed her right away because of her shabby clothes. He was about to have her kicked out, but decided to find out why she didn't have a pretty dress first. They started talking, and the prince surprised himself by falling in love with Cinderella and married her the next day.
The evil stepsisters were incredibly jealous, and teamed up and murdered Cinderella the next night. But then they got in a fight over who got to keep the prince. One grabbed the knife and stabbed the other one, and she got to keep the prince (she threatened to kill him) and they both lived unhappily ever after.

THE END