a/n I may put next to some parts (number) were here at the top I will put a small explanation as to what I mean…cuz I might seem a little awkward some of things I'm putting =P well here they are! And as another note, when you see this it means that I'm probably changing the POV the story is being seen through! Usually it's going to be from Cinderelle and Cinderella's POV though! Ok hope that clears that up!

(1) Here's a little of the humor…Cinderelle and Cinderella were pretending that they were in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy's house lands on the Wicked Witch, in this case they're pretending it's their wicked stepfamily. Hey it's humor feel free to laugh!

(2) basically a play on words….because of "get down here as fast as a hare" I was kind of thinking of 'Rupunzle Rupunzle let down your long hair' and at the same time I was thinking of a hare…as in rabbit that's scurrying! Hope that clears that up! Hehe if not sorry! Basically it's a play of words.

(3) As you can see Cinderelle and Cinderella are both a little more resistant to their stepfamily, but that may add a little humor to the story…or excitement! I just thought u might want to know that! Hehe on with the story.

(4) So the teeth aren't really as large as gopher's teeth, but I'm sure it gave you the idea that her front teeth were pretty big! Hehe

(5) I know I know! She's not that scary! But I'm trying! I hope that kidna shows how evil I want the stepmother to be. Basically she cares little for anyone but herself and her daughters…oh and money! She loves that!

(6) It's Hanzel and Grettle! (sp?) hehe I may stick a little of other fairytales in here from time to time as you can see!

The Wicked Stepfamily

Taking her scarf off, which served as a type of hat to keep her hair out of her face, Cinderelle hurled it in the nearby chair, and flung herself on the small cot that served as her bed. Sighing, she said, "Oh Cinderella! How can you stand another minuet of this life?! It's so unfair! They treat us like dirt, and we're just as fair as them!"

Smiling at her twin sister, who was the younger of the two, Cinderella, replied, "Yes sister, I know how you feel, but you know what father told us to do in his last breaths! Besides this life isn't that bad! Be thankful that we have a roof over our heads, enough food to get by, and clothing! Besides we have Tweet and Chirp to keep us occupied when we're not being bossed around by our ugly steps!…I mean 'wonderful, magnificent, marvelous' step family!" Cinderella added to the end while groveling at her knees. This made Cinderelle laugh.

"As usual, you are right, Cinderella! And we also have mother's old diary and her favorite jewels which we hid away! I hope they don't find them! Oh look!" Cinderelle said pointing to the window where two blue birds had flown in, "It's Tweet and Chirp! Why, hello you two. Fine day we are having?"

"Yes isn't it?" said Cinderella in echo to her sister. They were greeted, and replied by the fluttery tweeting and chirping of their bird friends. Smiling, Cinderelle and Cinderella started to sing, and dance, with their festive friends.

"….ohhhhhhhhh ding dong the witches are dead! The witches are dead! The witches are dead! Ding dong the witches are dead the evil witches are dead!"

They were really into it, make-believing that a giant house crushed their wicked stepmother and evil stepsisters (1) ! Then, suddenly a voiced boomed up, that clawed at Cinderella and Cinderelle's ears like nails being scraped on a chalkboard.

"Cinderella! Cinderelle! Where are you?! Cinder…" the step mother's cracked screaming voice was cut short by Anita's high squeaky voice.

"…ella! Cinderella! Get down here as fast as a hare(2) ! I need you now! Cinderella!!!!"

Then, chiming in, Hilda shouted, "Cinderelle! Cinderelle! Where is my morning porridge!? Cinderelle!"

Sighing, Cinderelle told Cinderella, "o dear! You'd think Hilda would die or something if she didn't receive food!"

"Yeah right! The last thing Hilda needs is more food! She's already big enough!" chuckled Cinderella.

"Cinderella!!" Anita bellowed.

"O dear, I better go, and you better feed our dear sister Cinderelle!" then to Anita, "I'm coming!"

"Right…wonder if she'd know the difference between pig slop and her porridge?" Cinderelle told her sister with an evil grin, Cinderelle was the more mischievous of the two.

"Better not, she'd probably would!" warned Cinderella, but with a smile on her face as she went to the once again screeching voice of Anita. So Cinderelle and Cinderella both went to tend to their "oh so needy" stepsisters.

Anita sat at the vanity in her room observing herself with great scrutiny. Seeing a flaw in her "perfect" manifestation, she at once called on Cinderella. "This dress just wont do with this perfect hairstyle!" she whined as she called Cinderella once more. "CINDERELLA! Where are you! Cinderella!!"

"I'm here Anita! My lord! Err….I mean "lady"….or what ever my dear "sister"! What is it you want now?" she said slightly exasperated.

"You shouldn't talk to me like that, "servant"!"

"I am no servant! I am you're sister, in a way, and you should treat me more like one!" complained Cinderella.

"Well let's just see what mother thinks Mother…"

"Ok, ok! What is it you want Anita?"

"That's better," she said with a sly grin, "As you can see, this "perfect" complexion of mine with this "Perfect" hairstyle just doesn't go with this RAG of a dress! Please go to my closet and fetch my other dress." As she said that she waved her hand in the direction of her closet.

"Uh…Anita, the closet isn't more than two feet away from you?? Can't you go get the dress yourself?" Cinderella asked sickened by her vain sister.

"What! You want "me" to look away from my perfect complexion? You want me to go get myself a dress of my own?! Are you crazy!! No you are, now dear sister go be a darling and fetch your sister her dress"

Sighing, Cinderella felt there was no need to argue, so she went and got her sister the dress. Handing Anita the dress, Cinderella remembered the first time she saw Anita. She thought that she "looked" like a nice girl. With her blue satin dress and brown curly hair up in pigtails, those were held by two matching blue ribbons. She stood by her mother hands folded across her front, and she smiled upon Cinderella, Cinderelle, and their father. The smile seemed pure and welcoming, but really, as Cinderella found, it was all a get up; a mask to hide Anita's true ugly self.

Sure Anita had the looks of a beautiful person, but her heart was that of pure hate, greed, and stone! With her perfect peachy skin, delicate fingers, brown curly hair, green eyes, and a smile both enchanting and deceiving, it was a wonder that no guys were out to court her. Then again, most of the men in the village knew about her vain personality, and so they tended to stay away from her!

"…Be a dear and tighten the back a bit more for me! Hmp….you're…dismissed…now…"

Cinderella tried to stifle a laugh as her sister dismissed her. She had Cinderella help her put on the dress, which was a pink color, had lace at the end, and a corset like backing to it. So of course Anita had her pull and pull the back tighter and tighter till she could barely breath, just for the purpose of her looking like an "hourglass". Sure Anita was the slim type, but not as slim as the dress was now, and as Cinderella pulled the last time and tied the dress, it started to bulge like it was going to pop. Cinderella knew that it was to, and so she was glad that Anita dismissed her. As she left she heard a popping noise as the dress came undone, and the squeal of Anita as she fell backwards from the shock. Then Cinderella couldn't help but laugh hysterically as Anita angrily called for her mother.

"owwwwwwww! Cinderelle! This porridge is to hot!" Whined Hilda as she fanned her tongue, which just got scolded by her hot porridge.

"I'm sorry Hilda, but you told me you wanted it! So I gave it to you!"

"Take it back I no longer want porridge any how, I want some cake"

"Cake!? But you haven't even finished your porridge! And besides, there is no cake" Cinderelle said not believing that her sister could be such a pig…then on a second thought she scratch that and thought that she could believe that her sister was a pig, because she was.

"Well I want cake! Go bake me one! Now, or I'll call mom!"

"Fine, fine you don't have to be so rude! I'm going!" (3) Cinderelle once more moaned as she trudged into the kitchen, mumbling "big baby...", leaving Hilda in the dinning room to sit and wait. Hilda wasn't exactly you're "slimmest" of girls. She was pudgy with a "pig" like nose to go with her complexion. Her hair, light brown, was usually tied up in a loose bun, and her blue eyes were usually feasting on food or fantasizing of food. The part about Hilda that got Cinderelle and Cinderella the most, were her teeth! How huge her two front teeth were! They were like gophers teeth!(4) After a while of seeing them, though, one got used to them. So was the case for Cinderelle and Cinderella, but for those who first look upon her, the teeth were usually the first things they'd notice when she smiled at them.

Humming, Cinderelle got to work on Hilda's cake. While mixing the batter for the cake, Cinderelle was paid a visit by Hilda.

"…I want chocolate frosting with blue sprinkles on top, no I want red frosting! No white frosting! With little designs on it! I bet the chocolate frosting will taste good though!" Hilda fantasized while licking her drooling lips.

"Hilda, relax the cake isn't even ready to bake yet. After it's all baked you can pick a frosting out." Cinderelle had to once again stifle a fit of laughter that was coming on. She couldn't help but feel like laughing, Hilda cracked her up! She didn't exactly have the greatest features on earth, but you'd expect her to have at least an ounce of intelligence. That was not the case though, if anything, Hilda was an airhead, a bimbo, and a ditz! You had to admit, though, she was the better liked of the two sisters, her and Anita. Anita was to self-centered and bossy, but Hilda, though bossy too, was somewhat lighthearted and a little kinder to Cinderelle and Cinderella. She was just like a stubborn little sister to Cinderelle and Cinderella, even though Hilda was a year older than them. As Cinderelle was placing the cake batter into the oven, and letting Hilda lick the bowl clean, the evil voice of the stepmother came booming into the kitchen.

"Cinderella! Cinderelle!!" the mother shouted, then said to herself, "Those no good, good for nothing little tram.."

"Yes stepmother" they replied simultaneously as they entered the room.

"Girls…what is this I see?" She said while wiping her finger across the fireplace mantle, and coming up with a finger of dust.

"Uh….oh this is a toughie!" said Cinderelle joking, but Cinderella knew that this was no joking matter….after all, it was their stepmother!

Under her breath so only Cinderelle could hear, and while nudging her sister, Cinderella said "Cinderelle! This is no time to joke! Remember the last time we mouthed back at…"

"Girls! Silence! Who dusted the living room?" The mother said with rising anger in her voice.

"It was her" they both said pointing at each other.

"GIRLS!"

"It was…well, both of us did mother" said Cinderella truthfully, "but I thought fireplaces were supposed to be sooty?" she added testing her luck.

"Cinderella! How dare you talk back to me!"

"S…sorry stepmother"

"..but…yes I do suppose you're right! I'll let it pass, but that is not the reason I have called you hear! It has come to my attention that you two have been slacking in some areas of work, and mouthing back at Anita, Hilda, and myself! Is that not true?"

"um…no?…" then a stern look came at Cinderelle and she quickly reverted saying, "I mean…yes stepmother"

"This shall not be endured any longer! You two shall go with only bread and water for your meals for the next two weeks! You hear me! That should teach you some manners! You are filth! You are wretched scum! You two no better belong on this earth than to either serve us as proper servants or be nonexistent…"

"You shouldn't treat us like this! We're human beings, and your STEP-daughters. You should see that! We are not your servants! We are both members of this house! And I demand that we be treated like…" With that Cinderelle was responded with a glare as wicked, maybe even eviler, from her stepmother, and then a loud outcast of curses on Cinderelle and Cinderella, and a long lecture. It was no wonder that Cinderelle and Cinderella considered their stepmother a huge threat!

"…You insolent child! You're mother was no more than a twit! And it goes for the two of you! You are our servants! You are no member of this family! You…"

"Yes we are," piped in Cinderella gaining enough courage to stand up to her stepmother,

"For you married our father! Making us a part of this family"

"I dare so! Yes I did! But he no longer is living…he disowns you! You are what we say you are, and you are our servants! Now Cinderella! Cinderelle! You will behave yourselves! Now get back to your chores!! And I want you to re-dust this entire house, wash, dry, and fold the laundry, mop the flours, and clean all the dishes!"(5)

"Yes stepmother" they said while exiting. They both so despised their stepfamily, and their evil stepmother the most! Cinderelle wanted to take their stepmothers wrinkled face and chop off her auburn-chestnut-with streaks of gray hair, poke her blue-gray eyes out, and shove her pluming bum into an oven! "Oh! How I wish I could burn that witch alive!!"(6) she fumed while getting back to the cake she was baking. At the same time Cinderella wanted to make that old hags screeching voice shut up, and let the world see how wicked she truly was! "Yes, and I'd like to huff and puff and blow old miss witch away!" she too fumed as they went their separate ways.

Neither could figure out how they survived living in those conditions, and then they remembered their father's will. That's the reason, they both though, that's the reason…father was!

So while Cinderella and Cinderelle both fumed and worked till their bones ached and the day was done, a little ways away, the prince stood being lectured by his father on his future. So how will the prince come into this tale? And what of Cinderelle and Cinderella?…