Cinderella: Up to Date

Disclaimer: Again, I do not own the general idea of Cinderella, but I do own all of my characters and the original plot inside of the general idea.

Authors Note to Readers: Hey, this is my first fan fiction so read and review… and bring on the flames! I hope you enjoy, and I am open to any suggestions. Now I have to go find Bunny and devise ways to brutally kill my characters and stalker. Bye.

Sunday September 17, 2002 12:35 PM

I swear they are going to get it. Katie and Kristy, Mommy's perfect little angels. They wouldn't hurt a fly. Oh, but they hurt more than a fly, and they are going to get it. My poor cat, Cinders, was almost mutilated this morning. When I woke up I heard her yowling at the door. I wondered why she was yowling because she is supposed to stay in my room all night, and no one ever comes into my room, on account of what would happen (Sisters would be punished. I'd creep into their room while they were deeply asleep and do something like dye their hair neon green or something.) So, I get up and see if she wanted out, and she wasn't there so obviously she was on the other side of the door. I opened up the door and in comes this ball of black and white fur. Now, my cat is not white. The ball of fur dove under my bed so I bent down to fish it out, and you know what happened? They put a sock on her head and put white splotches of hair dye in her fur. It had better come out, or they're going to be surprised when they wake up tomorrow.

Little Bit Later Sunday 12:57 PM

It came out, but I believe my cat is traumatized. I had to wash her fur four times before the dye came out. She is sitting in my lap and she is damp and shaking. I have a towel around her trying to dry her off but she keeps wriggling it off. She just crawled onto my chest and started licking my nose. I wonder what devious plans I can come up with to get my sisters back for this… hmmm… I think I'll dye their hair too.

A Lot Later Sunday 12:09 AM

In just a few short minutes I'm going to wreck havoc on my sister's hair. I have a mixture of red kool-aid and I'm going to soak their hair in it. Luckily, they are both heavy sleepers, and don't move while sleeping. This is going to be great.

10 minutes later: Well, I have their hair in pitchers of kool-aid. Their hair falls in about halfway, so it will be half their normal color and half red. I also took all of the mirrors around the house and put them in my room, even hand mirrors that I had found in their purses. With this done, I lay down this book, and will get a peaceful sleep.

-Clover

Monday September 18, 2002 6:20 AM

Ugh. I detest getting up this early, but it's all worth it. I tiptoed out of my room earlier to remove their hair from the pitchers. Then I dried it as much as I could. I hope it dries in time, but it doesn't matter. I should go back to sleep but Katie and Kristy both have their alarms set for 6:30 so they'll get up at the same time. I want to hear them scream because all the mirrors are gone. Then, I want to hear them scream when they brush their hair and see color. It will be worth it, and I can't wait. Maybe I'll go sit at the kitchen table with Cinders and wait for them to come down. I'd actually get to eat breakfast then, and not be late for school. Amazing how revenge gets you motivated to do things, isn't it? I'm walking down to the kitchen. I'll write more in a few minutes.

Monday September 18, 2002 6:24 AM

Well I'm sitting here, eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, just waiting. It shouldn't be long now, only about 6 more minutes for the first scream. 1 minute has gone past… now 2. How slow time goes while you're waiting for something interesting to happen. 5 minutes have past, now there's only 30 seconds left. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…! Nothing happened. Err… it's been 1 minute since 6:30. Wait I hear something upstairs. Yes! I heard them scream! I might get to hear the second one sooner then I thought. I hear Mother and Dad's footsteps echoing through the hallway upstairs. I hear voices. Most likely Mother is standing in the doorway in shock, and Dad is gaping at Katie and Kristy and then asking them what they did to their hair. Then they'll look at their precious locks and start screaming their heads off again. They they'll blame it on me and they'll run into my room to wake me up and I won't be there, then they'll come down here, find me and… Oh my. I think I'll leave a quick note on the table and leave now. I sat Cinder down on the top of the basement stairs and wrote a note to set on the kitchen table.

Mother and Dad,

I have awoken early, don't expect me back from school today at 3:00. I'll be at the library or somewhere else. Later.

-Clover

Monday 6:43 AM

I've gone down to the park to sit and write about nothing. This feels good, just to sit here with no parents breathing down my neck and no evil sisters waiting to tear me to shreds with abusive looks. Maybe this is what it feels like to run away. Maybe I should try it sometime. The bus is coming soon, at 7:00 so I'm going to meander down to the bus stop. Thank the good lord above that Kristy doesn't go to my school yet, and its Katie's last year. One more year, then she's off to college. Woo hoo! I'm sitting here on the wall at my bus stop waiting again. I find myself waiting a lot these days. Sometimes for things that don't exist but I want them too, and sometimes for things that do exist and I don't want them too, and sometimes because I just need to wait for something, something that makes me wait for although I haven't a clue what it is. I see the bus coming around the bend up ahead and our car coming up from the other way. I bet they were trying to get the kool-aid out. Well I'm on the bus, but Katie's not with me. Mother is giving her and Kristy the day off of school to try and get the kool-aid out… and if it doesn't come out they are both re-dying their hair.

Monday Still 3:02

School just let out and I am on my way to the library as planned. I'll pick up several books and drop off the books that I had taken out. Then I suppose I'll find a big tree in this wooded area near the park and read, either in the tree or under it, I'm not sure yet. I think that I'll go home first and pick up Cinder, so she's not tortured anymore. Yes, that's what I'll do. Go home and get Cinders and something to munch on, then come back to the trees and read. Perfect plan. If I run into Katie, or Kristy, or Mother, then I'll play it cool. Pretend I have no idea what she's talking about. Dad will defend me when he gets home from work at around 6:30. I'll just have to read until then.

Monday… Still 3:33

I went home and got Cinders, but I ran into a bit of trouble. Mother was sitting in the living room waiting for me, much like I wait for something I hope to come, but I don't really want it. She had her legs crossed and was reading a fashion magazine. When I came in she looked me straight in the eye and asked me, "Why did you do that?" I replied with a simple look that said, "I have no idea what you're talking about." I called to Cinders then and surprisingly enough she came. I picked her up and got a container of food for her, a container of water for her, a bottle of water and some snacks for me. I put everything except for Cinders in my backpack that I still had on from school and got ready to walk out of the door again. Mother was standing in front of it. She had an icy tone in her voice when she said, "I don't appreciate what you've done to my daughters. Make sure that it will never happen again, or… you never know what kind of accidents happen around the house." Then she walked upstairs and I left. Creepy… I know she hates me, but why? And why did she say my daughters? Not your sisters? All this wondering is starting to annoy me because I am trying to read. I'm putting this away.

-Clover