Another Cinderella Stroy
Hello I’m Cinderella and I want you to know my side of the ever so famous fairy tale you thought you knew so well. Yes, there was a step mother and she brought her daughters too, but no one ever knew what was fake and what was true. My father passed away and oh how I struggled, but becoming a slave was something I never had to juggle. My step-mother was mean that is the truth she treated me as if I didn’t belong. She made me sad she made me cry and sometimes I’d wish she married another guy. One thing I remember one thing for sure the story of how she tried to make me believe I was unsure. When my father died times got tougher, but step-mother was there and she comforted me through it all. Something happen and things changed she started acing extremely strange. I think It was about the money; the money was running out and step-mother thought she was slick when she started running her mouth. The city found out and you know things get around fast these days with social media. I was confused and disarranged how they were taking all the pity like they owned the family name. You need to understand my father and I were well known and the city grieved along with me when he passed. When the rumors got around that his so called family was running out of money every one questioned. The money was something I never handle in fact I’ve never seen the will- step-mother always said that what he left was for the best and not to be in the hand of someone who was a mess. Soon everything was gone and we all ended up in the streets begging for people to give us some where to sleep. One day as my legs were weak and my stomach was getting weaker, I heard a foot stomp next to me and just as I was about to fuss them out they touch my hand and I looked up. The owner of Empire Co. was looking at me then he asked me “Is that your sister over there” I replied yes and he spoke again “Do you think she would be so kind to take my hand in marriage?” I was appalled. He went on to ask her and of course she said yes. Our financial problems were fixed and we all were offered a room in his palace and after that day we lived happily ever after.
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