Ahhh… my French Cinderella story. This was the beginning of a story for English, well it started as one for fun. It was about how Cinderella really didn't want everthing and was really just antisocial. Poor girl.
Cendrillon et les Pantoufles de Pourrure
Kyrielle was just putting down her book when she heard the door open. She stood up from the fireplace and looked up to see her sisters, Raissa and Shantay walk into the room.
'Elle,' Shantay said, somewhat amused, 'you are once again covered in ashes.'
Kyrielle shrugged guiltily, 'It's cold so I decided to read near the fireplace.'
'Cindergirl!' her younger sister cried. 'Cinderelle!' Raissa was three years her junior just as Shantay was one year her senior.
'Well, Cinderelle,' Shantay said, 'with you never going out the neighbors may think we lock you up or something.'
'I'll go out once if that will suffice,' Kyrielle yielded to her sister's request.
Raissa waved a piece of paper in her face, 'Good! The prince is holding a winter ball. You'll go.'
Kyrielle shook her head, 'No! Never, I'd be devoured. I meant something like going to the market.'
'Fine, you'll come to the market when we go and pick out our outfits.'
'Alright, just don't take to long.'
As Shantay, Raissa, Kyrielle and their mother left to look for clothes for the ball, Kyrielle realized how plain her dress looked to her sisters. She didn't go out much and saw no need for the gilded gowns other ladies of her class wore. She was not use to so many people and had to resist recoiling every time someone spoke to her.