A.N. I hope everyone likes my story! It is my version of Cinderella. I
wrote it for English class. Some parts might be boring, so bear with
me. When you are done push that blue button at the bottom of the
screen!!!
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I never get a moments peace in this house, my own house. I despised that blasted bell, constantly ringing. It was always reminding me, reminding me of my servitude, reminding me of how everything started. of course you wouldn't know about that, so I will tell you. (if you would care to listen.)
It happened when I was 15, 2 months before my birthday. My mother was sick. I spent every moment by her side. Most of the time she didn't even remember my name. My father never came to visit her. He was always preoccupied with his money. That was all he cared about.
Mother passed away on my 16 birthday. After the funeral, I stayed in my room. Abby, the scullery maid and my closest friend in this cave of a house, came to comfort me. But her efforts were in vain. I cried into my pillow for what seemed hours and hours. I didn't want to eat a single meal.
I heard a knock on my door. It was Jensen, our butler. "your father wishes to see you miss," he said in his wrinkly voice. Wearily I climbed out of bed. I washed my face in hopes of reducing its redness. I made my way to my fathers study.
Straightening my skirt, I knocked on the door. "Come in,"a muffled voice said." you wanted to see me, sir?" I asked. My father went straight to business. " Elli, since your mother has died I have found a new wife. I will be leaving soon to pick her and her family up. I expect you to treat her with the same respect as you would your real mother."
I stared at him with a dumbfounded look on my face. "What!" it finally hit me. How could he do this! She had only just passed away a few hours ago! And he already had a new wife?
"that is all," he dismissed me. I was furious! I know I am to old for tantrums, but at the moment I didn't care. I threw everything I could grab. I tried kicking the wall, but after the promise of a bruise on my toe I didn't try a second time. I screamed and yelled, now thankful for the thick walls.I finally collapsed on my bed, silent tears streaming down my face.
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I know my story moves kind of fast but when I first wrote it, it was a short story. so keep that in mind. Was the format of this chapter ok? Was it easy enough to read? Please review!!!!! I won't chop any body's head off if they say they don't like it. I really really really hope this story doesn't suck to bad! fairy bells
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I never get a moments peace in this house, my own house. I despised that blasted bell, constantly ringing. It was always reminding me, reminding me of my servitude, reminding me of how everything started. of course you wouldn't know about that, so I will tell you. (if you would care to listen.)
It happened when I was 15, 2 months before my birthday. My mother was sick. I spent every moment by her side. Most of the time she didn't even remember my name. My father never came to visit her. He was always preoccupied with his money. That was all he cared about.
Mother passed away on my 16 birthday. After the funeral, I stayed in my room. Abby, the scullery maid and my closest friend in this cave of a house, came to comfort me. But her efforts were in vain. I cried into my pillow for what seemed hours and hours. I didn't want to eat a single meal.
I heard a knock on my door. It was Jensen, our butler. "your father wishes to see you miss," he said in his wrinkly voice. Wearily I climbed out of bed. I washed my face in hopes of reducing its redness. I made my way to my fathers study.
Straightening my skirt, I knocked on the door. "Come in,"a muffled voice said." you wanted to see me, sir?" I asked. My father went straight to business. " Elli, since your mother has died I have found a new wife. I will be leaving soon to pick her and her family up. I expect you to treat her with the same respect as you would your real mother."
I stared at him with a dumbfounded look on my face. "What!" it finally hit me. How could he do this! She had only just passed away a few hours ago! And he already had a new wife?
"that is all," he dismissed me. I was furious! I know I am to old for tantrums, but at the moment I didn't care. I threw everything I could grab. I tried kicking the wall, but after the promise of a bruise on my toe I didn't try a second time. I screamed and yelled, now thankful for the thick walls.I finally collapsed on my bed, silent tears streaming down my face.
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I know my story moves kind of fast but when I first wrote it, it was a short story. so keep that in mind. Was the format of this chapter ok? Was it easy enough to read? Please review!!!!! I won't chop any body's head off if they say they don't like it. I really really really hope this story doesn't suck to bad! fairy bells