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Charlie and lola- Yes there will be a fairy godmother…with a twist. It is Cinderella in a way! I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reviewing.

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It was the day of the ball and Trebond was ringing with yells of…

"ALANNA!" The Madame hollered, "Delia's dress doesn't float right!"

"Alanna! Where are my slippers?"

"Alanna! Brush my hair!"

"Alanna! Where's my necklace?"

"Alanna! Get my mirror!"

"Alanna…ALANNA!"

"I'm coming!" Alanna shouted back.

She ran around the house, trying to be patient, and biting her tongue so often she could taste blood.

"And don't forget to sweep the floors and do the dishes!"

Alanna was exhausted, thank the goddess she had finished her own dress. Delia and Josephine had sent her to do the most menial tasks all day, some things that were impossible and just for their amusement. Alanna didn't see how it made sense for them to make her lick her elbow for minutes.

"Alanna! I need help getting into my dress!" Delia called, breaking Alanna's temporary rest

Delia's green eyes were flashing with anger that Alanna didn't understand. She didn't bother to comment for fear of getting yelled at.

"Not like that! Pull it tighter!" Delia snapped.

Alanna followed her orders, and then was forced to sit Delia down and do her hair.

"Curl it more!" Delia ordered, and Alanna obeyed.

The Madame then burst in, "Alanna! Go put on your own dress and get ready, you have exactly 1 hour and I will not be late!"

Delia smirked, and Alanna realized what they were doing. They were trying to stop her from going to the ball.

"Then why did the Madame let me get ready?" She thought quietly.

She climbed up the rickety ladder into her dusty attic and bathed quickly. She then put on her ball gown and admired herself in the broken mirror. Smiling slightly, she went back downstairs and enjoyed the looks of horror on her stepmother's and stepsister's faces.

Alanna swept down the stairs, her gown was white, sweeping and beautiful. It accentuated her slim waist, large bust and flowed so seamlessly it felt like she was gliding. Alanna glowed in it and everyone saw it.

"You're not wearing that!" Josephine almost choked.

"Why?"

"It makes you look…normal!" She spat out.

"Alanna, your sister's don't need competition when they're looking to snag the prince…that is completely unacceptable!" The Madame's lips were so pudgy, it seemed like she had trouble moving them.

"I have nothing else to wear." Alanna jutted her chin out slightly.

"Alanna…" Delia had a sly glint in her eyes, and she approached her slowly, "That will not do…" She walked around her, inspecting the dress.

"Now, this hem over here…this should be shorter…" Without warning she yanked the dress, ripping it.

"Oops did I do that?" She asked innocently.

Josephine approached her too, "The skirt is too long!" She took a handful and pulled suddenly, ripping a chunk off.

"Stop it!" Alanna snapped, then yelled as she seemed to watch her sister's tear apart her dress. She couldn't move or breathe and all she could hear was the ripping fabric.

For a minute she moved to punch them, but her stepmother appeared from behind her and held her arms, so that her daughters could finish their work. Alanna struggled against the Madame, feeling the bulges push into her back as her dress was slowly ripped off her.

Then she was thrown down and she heard the laughter ring down the hall as she lay in a pool of rags and tears. She saw her reflection in the shiny floor and cried even harder.

The air suddenly glimmered and started to shimmer as a person appeared behind Alanna.