"And Cinderella lived happily ever after." I looked at my innocent 3 year old sister, Ami.
"Onii-chan do you think step-mother is like Cinderella's step-mother?" Ami asked. I sighed at her.
"I don't know, Ami. Ever since mom died, father always looked for another woman to marry and remember every single one looked at us with disgust. They only care that our family are rich." I said. I sighed again. Ami was too young to understand this and even I don't understand parts of it too. I mean my father was already getting married to a woman and we didn't even meet her yet. I still think it's sudden. I mean Ami's only 3 years old and I'm only 7.
"My sparrows! Come down here and met your new mother!" My father shouted joyfully. I put the Cinderella book down on my velvet seat and took Ami's hand and lead her down the golden stairs. At the foot of the stairs were my father, my new step-mother and two girls the same age as me. Me and Ami got down the stairs and I stared at my new step-mother.
She had blond hair with bits of white hair in it and was wearing an old fashion dress that was red and was laced with gold tread. Her eyes were a cold sharp blue. She was tall and she put on a sweet face but I could tell she was selfish and so could Ami. In fact Ami was so scared of the step-mother that she hid behind my father.
My father rubbed the back of his head and said, "Amu. Ami. This is your new step-mother." My father said.
"Your father told me all about you. You're so sweet and cute. I would like it if you called me 'Madam'." The lady said. "And these are my daughters, Mizuki and Aiko." She pointed at them. They both looked like their mother except for their size. Mizuki was skinny while Aiko was fatter and looked way worse than Mizuki.
"Now Amu and Ami. I want you to be nice to your new step-family. While I'm at work, you be a good girl and take care of your sister Okay?" My father leaned down so we were at eye-contact. I nodded my head. My father smiled and for work. Little did I know that his work was going to war for two months and that his sweet loving smile would be the last one I ever saw. He waved goodbye to us and closed the door.
~2 months later~
"When is father coming home?" I asked my step-mother. She was sitting my one and only red velvet chair. She was reading a letter and ignoring me. Finally she placed the letter down. She stared at me and said,
"Your father's never coming back."
I stared at her. "What you mean he's never coming back?" Tears threatened to fall.
"I mean your father's dead and he placed on his will that all the money and his things belong to me now. And since you're one of his things, you belong to me now. Now get to work!" My step-mother shouted. The sweet smile on her face yesterday was replaced an evil smile. She then got something out. I recognized the thing as a whip. My eyes widen. She raised the whip and brought it down.