My Version Of Cinder(H)ella[Part 2]
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Ever since that day where her father was put to rest, Hellas life had become a complete nightmare. She had to clean Stella's and the stepsisters clothes, feed them, and do some other chores for them. Hella never went to school, learned anything but serve the stepmom and stepsisters(who have no life), or made any human friends. They would go to church sometimes(thats where Hella learned all of the bad words), the bingo parlor(4 old people), and even at the mall where Stella would buy pretty clothes for herself and her daughters, while she gives Hella a maids outfit and makes poor Hella buy groceries, cleaning supplies, and other stuff. She usually uses the money to buys herself a laptop, junkfood, punk outfits, and rock cds instead. But everytime she did something wrong, she would be sent to her room, which is the attic, without dinner. Eventually, the stepmom and stepsisters nicknamed her CinderHella, because while she was fixing the rooftop, a giant cinder block fell from the sky and almost killed her in the process. That, or it was because she was cleaning the chimney and ashes started covering up her dress. When in her room, Hella would normally listen to music, draw on the walls, or just lie around and write in her diary because she is so gosh darn bored. In the meantime however, she would just hang out with her animal friends, whom are two bluebirds name Bobby and Peggy, and a rat named Jackal.
Hella sighed as she stared at her bedroom window. "I wonder what the hell is taking them long this time... Maybe its because of Steve." She says to herself, then falls onto the bed and groans. "Why couldnt they get a pet snake or spider instead of that fat thing?"
Meanwhile, outside of the house, Peggy tries to sneak past Steve, a really fat and ugly looking cat, in order to get to Hella's room. After going past him, she turns to see if her friend was coming along too. "Aren't ya coming?" She whisper-yells at Bobby, who for some reason was moving pretty damn slow today.
"I'm coming! Well, sort of." Bobby replied, struggling to get out of the Trash can that he for some reason got in. "I'm trying to escape, but I'm stuck!"
"Ok, now how the hell did that just happen?" Peggy comes back in a hissy fit. "Whos the retard that misses the freakin trash can?! I mean it's so obvious isn't it? You should not have missed that. But ya know what? Ya did, ya freaking did. And why is it even there in the first place?"
Bobby shrugs. "I don't know! But can ya get me out? And without screaming too, you'll wake up
Steve."
"Ok ok." She replied as she tries pullin Bobby out of the can which reveals that he got stuck in a wad of gum.
"Fore!" Anabella yells out as she swings her croquet stick and hits the ball, unintentionally flying towards Peggy and Bobby.
"AH, LOOK OUT!" Peggy moves out of the way just in time. Bobby, not so much. "Are you ok?"
Bobby grunts in response.
Just then, the cat named Steve wakes up from his sleep and yawns. When he sees the birds near the can, he gives off a delighted expression. "O goody, CinderHella didnt have to feed me this time." He stalks and is about to go for Bobby, who is still trapped.
Peggy is now stuck, wondering what she should do now. "Uh-Oh... I gotta save him, but how?"
To Be Continued...