My life has always been overlooked. Ella this, Cinderella that. I hate it. And ever since she moved off with the stupid prince, no one remembers who I am. This is my story. Ella and I were best friends when we were younger. I was older by 2 years, and so I was the one who had too look after her. We did everything together, until one day my mother had to get up and leave. Everyone thinks that my mother died. Even father. But I was the only one who knew. She told me that she couldn't stand father anymore, and she said he was a bastard. So I planned everything. The closed Casket at her funeral, the orcks evenly placed so as not to suspect anything, the ceremony, everything. I have had to carry that my whole life. I was only 10. After the funeral was over, father mourned for a year as customary, and then went on a Quest for a new bride. He was gone for 5 years and I was 15 and Ella was 13. Father came home with the most Wretched lady I had ever met. I plotted her demise and quickly went into action. This was difficult since Madame Grenalde was set on getting my sister and I. "Estelle," she often said. "Estelle, you are getting older every minute and you need to find a husband before I die. Because if i have, I will have failed as your mother." I locked myself in the tallest tower very often to think. I would usually go up there to get away from the Madame and my father. Ella, on the other hand had gotten accoustomed to all of the attention that was being paid to her. SHe would wait at the gate everyday for a suitor to come and swoon her, then she would send him away, assuring him that she would choose him, if he was worthy enough. I thought about what it would be like if someone fancied me. Then I decided to kill my step-mother. The night before their 6 month anniversary, I decided that was the best time to do it. I went to the back alley of the marketand bought some liquid that could kill an elephant with one drop in 3 minutes. perfect. At dinner, I brought out the drinks and the one with the poison in it and handed it to the Madame. She thanked me and I sat in my seat. She took a sip and I waited. I counted the seconds and when I hit 3:00, Bam! Her head hit the table and her hand dropped the drink. I had killed my step mother. After the funeral and the mourning period, my father went out on another quest, to find himself another bride. I was 16. WHen he came back, this time just 1 year later, he brought home his wife whom everybody knew. The Wicked Stepmother, and her 2 children. Eva and Eselda. I hated them both. Very Much so. My new stepmother and her daughters and Ella and father decided to move to her manor on the other side of the mountian, but I refused to go. Instead, I inherited the land from my father and The manor house, the land and the servants were now all mine. after they moved away, I never thought about them again.