The Aftermath
Ch. 1: Gone
Disclaimer: I don't own Cinderella. Duh.
NOTE: I don't remember the stepmother's or stepsisters' names, so I renamed them. :D
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"CINDY-ELLA!" Drusilla cried, "ARE YOU DONE IRONING MY DRESS YET!"
"NO!" Cinderella yelled back, as she furiously smashed the iron onto the purple frilly dress, burning it a little bit. I was going to be Queen! Not stuck with these stupid, horrid—
"OH, CINDY-ELLA! ARE YOU DONE NOW?" Drusilla whined.
Cinderella gripped the iron and shouted back, "ALMOST!" She roughly ironed the dress, fighting the urge to burn a hole through it. She can't even say my name correctly, that boogerish…
It was only a week after Prince Charming had runaway from the altar, and already Cinderella's—or like Drusilla liked to call her, Cindy-ella's— stepsister's were piling jobs onto her. And if the was-to-be queen was correct, there was suddenly even more work than before. Rather than just cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, feeding the animals, cleaning the barn, and waiting on the stepsisters, she now had to do all of these tasks and run to the market every other day. Her only help was the tiny mice that ran around, helping her clean, everyday. They had even lured the family's bothersome cat into the woods, never to be seen again, saving Cinderella hours of cleaning up after the feline.
Cinderella practically cried herself to sleep every night. She hated it. Hated it. She was constantly thinking about running away; she thought up all of these daring plans to get away from the dark castle, but she never had the nerve to even attempt to escape.
I'll never be able to get away! I just wish my fairy godmother were here to—
"Oh, stop it!" a voice behind her Cindy-ella cried.
She whirled around, "Oh, fairy godmother! Oh, thank goodness you're here! All of this horrid stuff has happened and you won't believe it but the prince ran away and so now I'm stuck here and it's horrible and my stepmother is a witch with a capitol 'B'—"
"I said 'Stop it!'" Her fairy godmother flicked her wand, and suddenly Cinderella felt her lips zipped shut.
"Mphmph!" Cindy-ella struggled to free her lips.
Her godmother sighed, as she put her wand in the pocket of her sky blue overcoat, "How many times have I told you? I can't— No, I won't do your work for you! It's your turn to do something! Last time, I drained all of my magic power getting you to that ball in that fancy-shmancy dress, and all you do is get left at the altar!"
Cinderella looked despairingly at the fairy, I'm doomed! Doomed to live a horrible life…
"I said STOP IT! ARGH!" the godmother flicked her wand again, and Cinderella felt like a brick wall had been put up in her brain. She couldn't even think properly!
"I can hear your thoughts, and trust me, I'm sick of hearing them. All you do is whine, whine, whine! My gosh!"
The fairy godmother continued her rant, and Cinderella had no choice but to listen. She didn't have enough brain power to shut out her godmother's tirade.
"So—"
"OH, CINDERELLA!" Cinderella heard Clarissa's voice calling for her. "I NEED MY KNICKERS IRONED!"
The godmother mentally winced, and turned around to find Cinderella trying to get away. She calmly twirled her wand, undoing the bonds on Cinderella's mind and mouth. She then flicked her wrist, teleporting Cinderella in front of her.
"Now, ahem. If I heard correctly, you want to run away."
Cinderella nodded.
"Well… Do you have a plan?"
Cinderella looked at her feet, "Well, yes. But it won't work. I just know it won't."
The fairy pried into Cinderella's thoughts. Get out… Over the hill… Back…
"You're right! This simply won't do!" The godmother suddenly exclaimed, only half way through reading the plan. She pursed her lips, trying to think of a solution, "Well… I refuse to do this for you… But I do have an idea… and I wouldn't have to do any of the work—"
"CINDERELLA!" Clarissa interrupted again.
Cinderella turned around and called back, "I'M COMING!" She turned to look at her godmother, "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!" She picked up the hem of her skirt and rushed to help Clarissa iron her knickers. She called back, ""We'll meet at the market at noon tomorrow!"
The godmother nodded in return. Wait… the market? The fairy mentally gulped. Of all of the places!
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