Cinderella: Up to Date

A charming Cinderella story... in the year 2002. This story just goes to show that magic is possible in the 21st century, and anything can happen.

Disclaimer: I did not invent Cinderella. Like I could ever...

This Journal Belongs To: Clover Ashes

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Saturday September 16, 2002 8:11 AM

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. No normal human being would be up at this god-awful hour. Unfortunately it's my birthday, and my parents have this notion that mornings are all that they're cracked up to be. So do my sisters. One younger and one older. A torment that only those with strong nerves and intelligence can compete against. So while the rest of my family like to rise at 7:00 or earlier I'm content with rising after 11. Back on to the subject. They woke me up with pitiful runny eggs and toast blacker then my hair. I swallowed it all down while enduring their smiles and cheerfulness. I opened the few presents I had gotten, 3 from my parents and one from each sister, revealing a CD, a CD player, and this, a leather-bound book filled with an almost endless amount of blank pages for me to fill with my hopes, dreams, and reality. Those were the gifts from my parents. From my sisters however I didn't get so ... lucky. From my younger sister, with her curly gold hair and bubbly laugh, I got a pen. And a cheap one at that. It doesn't work and looks like it cost her a quarter. It probably did. From my elder sister I got a card, the inside stating 'Happy Birthday Clover. I owe you.' I'm not surprised. My parents gave a hint that they had not given me my last present yet though. They kept saying something about a surprise as I ushered them out of my door wanting to rid myself of so much happiness during the mornings, times that look as bleak as I occasionally felt. So as soon as they were gone, I opened this up and started writing.

Since you already know about the morning's events I have come to conclusion that you would like to know about my family. This is a precautionary Just In Case. You know, like, if someone found this after I was dead and rotting and decided to recount my life's tale. At least after this date. Well to start with there's my dad. He's someone who can genuinely love somebody. He's tall, has the typical fatherly look, sandy brown hair and glasses. He's a person that looks as if he was born in a suit and he sounds like one too. Not too much else on this subject. On to Mother. She hates me and I know it. I can tell that by the way she looks at me with malice and spite that she wishes I were never born. That sometimes happens to the middle child, or so I've heard. Mother has golden blonde hair, exactly like my younger sister. She is slim and fashionable, and absolutely adores it when people swoon over her. Katie, my older sister is exactly like Mother, except for the part about being blonde. She has brown hair that is darker then my dad's, but fair in comparison to my raven colored locks. She is the popular cheerleader in school, and goes out with the captain of the football team. She's 18 and I can't stand her and vice versa. Kristy is 11 and the youngest of us. Her hair is curly and semi-long, so most people think that she's adorable and that she looks exactly like an angel. When people say that, I have to hold in my laughter. She is far from being angelic; In school she's a bully but Mother and Dad say it's not her fault, that she needs to feel superior over someone since she has two older sisters. I say it's because they spoil her and she's used to getting what she wants. And if she doesn't get it, watch out, because there will be- well you get the idea. Then there's me, the outcast in the family. Long, straight, black hair cascading down my back, eyes so dark of a blue they look like the sky at midnight, tall but not too tall, and a good figure. Instead of cheerleading and dating I read. Instead of bullying I stay enclosed in my own fairy tale world. I'm 16 and can't wait to leave this house. I'm being called; I have to stop writing for now.

Later Saturday 1:37 PM

Well, I have found out my other gift. It's from Dad only, but he pretends like it's from the whole family. I'm not easily fooled though. It's a cat, and I get to go to the shelter with him later to pick it out. I'm hoping for an all black one. We'll be leaving in a few minutes to get necessities for it, such as a litter box, litter, food, and bowls. I'm putting everything of it's in my room, so neither Kristy nor Katie can bother it. I wonder what it should be named… I've got to go get it's stuff. Bye.

Even Later Saturday 6:20 PM

I got the cat, and all of her stuff. Yes, it's a girl and her name is Cinders. I thought of the name while wandering through the aisles at the pet store. While I was there I got her two purple metallic dishes with her name engraved in silver. She's so cute too! She's all black, like I had hoped for and she has really green eyes, instead of the normal gold-green. She's adorable and so small! Sorry for the short entry but I have to go play with her. Until next time my friend. Bye.

-Clover