CinderElli
By: Fairy Friend

It was a cold, dusky afternoon. I stared out of my window, shivering with goose bumps on my arm. It was only 3:00, yet the sun was almost down, and there were still hungry customers waiting at the tables. I slouched behind the counter and put my head against the glass, wanting to fall into a deep sleep. Just then, I heard a pair of hands clap loudly in my ear.

"Little Elli!" the voice screamed. "Little Elli! Stop slacking off and get to work!" It was Jeff, my "prince charming", so says my grandmother. I knew my duty must be done, so I headed to the kitchen and baked a cake as quickly as I could. I then ran it to the table where Karen, the village jerk, was and slammed the plate of food onto her table. She gave me a sneer.

"Watch your attitude," she whispered.

"Why don't you watch yours?" I whispered back, my teeth clenched. She took a bite of the cake, then spit it out.

"Ew!" She roared. "This is cheesecake, isn't it? Didn't you know I'm lactose intolerant? Go make me another cake!"

"Do you have to be so picky?" I complained. "This isn't the easiest job in the world."

"The customer is always right. Now go make me a new one!"

I then stormed angrily back into the kitchen, preparing another cake for her. When I came back, I placed the plate gently onto the table so she wouldn't start screaming about my "attitude". She took a small- and when I say small, I mean very small- bite of the cake, then made a face. She pushed the plate away.

"Too much sugar. Take it out."

"There's no sugar in the cake!" I yelped.

"I'm not talking about the cake, smarty pants. I'm talking about the frosting!"

"It's artificial!"

"I don't care! I can taste the sugar and it's way too strong. Go make another cake."

And, once again, I made my way into the kitchen, and made yet another cake for her, this time without the frosting. Before I reached her table, she looked at it as if it were a UFO (unidentified food object).

"Where's the frosting?" She bellowed.

"There is none!" I lashed to her. I could've sworn veins were popping out of my head. My face felt red.

"Well, duh, I can see that, I'm not blind! Why isn't it there?"

"Because you didn't ask for any! All frostings have sugar, too, artificial or not."

"Then make a frosting with no sugar in it!" Karen screamed. Jeff looked over at the two of us, but decided not to intrude in our polite conversation.

"What, do I look like Cinderella to you?" I shouted. "Why don't you make your own dang cake if you don't appreciate my food! You should be glad I'm even bothering to waste my time making a cake for you!"

Karen looked at me for a minute, then she slapped on a happy face, and roared with laughter. "Cinderelli!" She shrieked. "Cinderelli, Cinderelli, Cinderelli!" Her finger was pointed at my face as she continued her chant, taunting me. I felt hot tears brimming in my eyes, and I ran right to my room.

"Little Elli, wait!" Jeff shouted. "You still have customers to attend to!"

"Forget the customers! What good have they ever done for me?" I screamed, slamming the door behind me. I slumped onto my bedroom, kicking my feet and shouting into my pillow. After a few minutes, I got up and looked into my mirror. My face was red, my hair frizzy, and my face tear-stained. "Why can't I be free like everyone else?" I said aloud to myself. "It's not fair… it's just not fair."

A/N: Howdy! I finally got this story up! I just hope it's okay and that you guys like it… plus, I've got two new fanfics I've been wanting to write. One's gonna be called "Harvest Moon: A New Generation" (JayBird will know what I'm talking about), and the other will be about my friends and me going into Mineral Town. Oh… BTW, if you want to be in my story, you can either e-mail me or send in your review the following info:

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