Cinderella

Once upon a time, I lived with my mom, my sister, and my dad. My dad recently died. It was a very sad death; he hated his life, even though he was very popular in the kingdom. His death story is not good and everyone now feels bad for my mom. He beat her constantly, and right after that happened it became known to everyone in the kingdom. Exactly 1 week past the day the beating became known, he was hung. On Friday, December 13, 1876, he died. His coffin was carried throughout the kingdom by the knights. Whenever anyone dies in the kingdom, no matter what the reasoning is, their coffin will get moved by the knights and the king and queen out of the kingdom and they will get buried. This is part of the reason that my mother is so evil. Well, I don’t think she’s that evil, but mostly everyone else in the kingdom does.
There was a man and his gorgeous daughter who my mother loved. His wife didn’t want to live with him, so she left her husband and daughter. Nobody has heard about her since then. He was handsome and my mom wanted to marry him. On March 18, 1877, they had their wedding ceremony with everyone who lived in the kingdom. The wedding involved a HUGE cake and a horse and carriage, which carried them away.

My new stepdad had a daughter and I knew I hated her from the moment I saw her. My sister, Clara, and I had to put her to work and make her not like us. She was beautiful and we had to try our very best to keep her away from the handsome Prince. Tonight was the ball and we knew that he was going to be there, picking whom he was going to marry. She was beautiful, prettier than my sister and I, and I didn’t want her near the prince. I wanted the prince to myself, he was so dreamy, and beautiful, and I loved him. I did not want anyone to have him except me. Okay, now it is time for me to get ready for the ball.

Before the ball, my sister and I made Cinderella get us completely ready, pick out our dresses, do our hair and makeup, she worked as hard as she could, and we gave her no reward. Then, stupidly, Clara blurted out, “Cinderella, would you like to come to the prince’s dance with us?” Obviously she was just trying to be nice but I immediately said, “No! I will not be seen with her at this dance with me! You must stay in the kitchen and sort the good lentils from the bad lentils. If I find a bad lentil in the mix, or if you do not do what I ask, expect the worst.”

The ball was fantastic; I danced with the prince, and he said that he may marry my sister or me. I danced with him all night, well as long as I could. I came home and saw Cinderella asleep and I went right to bed so I would awaken early tomorrow morning. When everyone was awake, Cinderella made everyone breakfast, which, frankly, wasn’t very good. After breakfast, I asked her about the lentils and I said, “Cinderella, did you sort the good from the bad lentils?”

“I started but I was so warn-out that I was not able to finish sorting them.”

“Well, I told you that you shall expect the worst.”

“I’m so sorry. What must I do in return for you?”

“You will have triple the amount of lentils to sort so you are busy all day.”

I was thinking that maybe if I gave her triple the amount of lentils to sort it would distract her and she wouldn’t be able to do anything else with her time.
For the next ball tonight, I made Cinderella help us again. She had to polish our shoes, brush our hair, do our makeup, and pick out our dresses. Once again, we gave her no reward for her hard work.
We went to the ball, danced and came home and went to bed.
The next morning, Cinderella asked, “How was the dance yesterday evening? Was it fun?”
I replied with a very curt response, “No.”
“Why? The prince was there wasn’t he?”
“Yes, but he danced with a princess who nobody knew; where she came from and who she was was all a mystery.”
Then, surprisingly, Cinderella asked, “Was she the princess who rode in the magnificent carriage which was drawn by multiple black horses?
“How did you know that?”
“She rode by our house in the carriage as I was sorting the lentils.”
We made Cinderella get us ready for the last ball, giving her a basin of peas to sort this time.
Suddenly, a beautiful carriage, being pulled by exactly six white horses pulled up in front of the ballroom. The ball was held in a castle, but the actual ballroom was right up front so everyone in the kingdom who rode by in their carriage would be seen. She was gorgeous. She looked a little like Cinderella but that is impossible because she should be busy at home sorting the peas. We saw the prince running after the carriage holding a glass slipper that looked familiar.

Cinderella was asleep when we got home so we woke her up and made her light the way for us. Then she went back to sleep, “I wish that that cursed princess was lying under the earth! The prince danced with her and he followed her out of the castle, and when he left everyone left.”
The prince then decided that he was going to find his wife depending on what foot fit the glass slipper. My mother really wanted either my sister or me to marry him, so she said, “If the slipper is too tight, take this knife and cut off your toes. It might hurt, but it will make you the queen someday.” Both my sister and I had to cut off parts of our foot to make the slipper fit right, but the prince realized that there was blood in the shoe and that it clearly didn’t fit.
The prince then asked if there was another daughter in the family. Mother replied saying, “Only the dirty cinder girl. The shoe would never fit her.” She came outside to try on the shoe, and sure enough, the shoe fit her. The prince decided to marry Cinderella and hopefully they didn’t live happily ever after.
My sister and I walked away in disgrace and hoped to never see Cinderella and the prince ever again.