Disclamer: I don't own any of the charectars here. Not the step mother, or Cinderella, no one. Who does own Cinderella anyway?
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"Cinderella!!!!"
"Why does she call me by that stupid name?" grumbled Cinderella as she was waking up in her tiny, closet sized roomed. "My name is ELLA NOT CINDERELLA, geez."
"CINDERELLA!!"
"I'm awake, I'm wake" she called as she grabbed her school clothes.. She only had a few things of clothes. School clothes, pajamas, and work clothes. She only had one pair of shoes and her clothes got washed once every two weeks, or when Cinderella had the time to wash them.
Cinderella walked into the living room.
"Ugh, don't you ever take a shower?" one her step sisters said with a sneer, looking at Cinderella's greasy hair.
"Yeah, whenever you freaks let me."
Cinderella hadhair the color of cinders. Which is why they called her Cinderella It was immposible to keep Cinderella's hair not-greasy looking unless she washed two times a day, and with her stepsisters and stepmother she was lucky to get one week. And with her going though puberty, (she turned 13 last March) she had non-stop acme. Nothing she swiped from the stores worked. Cinderella was freakishly tall too. Long and gangly. She was not what someone would call pretty. And she knew it.
"What did you say?" Her stepmother sneered. "I said I can only take a shower when you freaks let me."
"Thats what I thought." And her stepmother slapped her across the face.
Her stepmother was just about average height, 5'6. Long black hair that fell to her waist. And her face was pale and pointy. But in an attractive way, not too pale and not too pointy. Her daughters looked alot like her. Exept one had a round face and one was blond. All the boys at school wanted to date them.
They loved the attention. They had a new boyfriend every week and had not been virgins since they were 11. They were proud of it too.
Cinderella didn't flich. She didn't care. She was used to worse.She was the number one target for bullies at school. And her stepmother has done a lot worse, ironed her handes, hit her with a spiked belt, starved her. You name it. But she did it discretly. places where no one would see the marks.
"Jeez, sorrry" Cinderella said, rubbing her head. And left for school.
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A/n: Hope you liked this. My friend thought of a lot of ideas. I would like to thank her for that.
In future chapters: There will be child services, a jail, a "prince" and a dance club.
If you have ideas for this please tell them to me in your revews.
R&R
I Hers an arrow to the reveiw button. =)
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"Cinderella!!!!"
"Why does she call me by that stupid name?" grumbled Cinderella as she was waking up in her tiny, closet sized roomed. "My name is ELLA NOT CINDERELLA, geez."
"CINDERELLA!!"
"I'm awake, I'm wake" she called as she grabbed her school clothes.. She only had a few things of clothes. School clothes, pajamas, and work clothes. She only had one pair of shoes and her clothes got washed once every two weeks, or when Cinderella had the time to wash them.
Cinderella walked into the living room.
"Ugh, don't you ever take a shower?" one her step sisters said with a sneer, looking at Cinderella's greasy hair.
"Yeah, whenever you freaks let me."
Cinderella hadhair the color of cinders. Which is why they called her Cinderella It was immposible to keep Cinderella's hair not-greasy looking unless she washed two times a day, and with her stepsisters and stepmother she was lucky to get one week. And with her going though puberty, (she turned 13 last March) she had non-stop acme. Nothing she swiped from the stores worked. Cinderella was freakishly tall too. Long and gangly. She was not what someone would call pretty. And she knew it.
"What did you say?" Her stepmother sneered. "I said I can only take a shower when you freaks let me."
"Thats what I thought." And her stepmother slapped her across the face.
Her stepmother was just about average height, 5'6. Long black hair that fell to her waist. And her face was pale and pointy. But in an attractive way, not too pale and not too pointy. Her daughters looked alot like her. Exept one had a round face and one was blond. All the boys at school wanted to date them.
They loved the attention. They had a new boyfriend every week and had not been virgins since they were 11. They were proud of it too.
Cinderella didn't flich. She didn't care. She was used to worse.She was the number one target for bullies at school. And her stepmother has done a lot worse, ironed her handes, hit her with a spiked belt, starved her. You name it. But she did it discretly. places where no one would see the marks.
"Jeez, sorrry" Cinderella said, rubbing her head. And left for school.
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A/n: Hope you liked this. My friend thought of a lot of ideas. I would like to thank her for that.
In future chapters: There will be child services, a jail, a "prince" and a dance club.
If you have ideas for this please tell them to me in your revews.
R&R
I Hers an arrow to the reveiw button. =)
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