Here is a story I wrote for homework:
Yet again, another morning when Cinderella is late to do all my chores. I would continue pointing out Cinderella’s faults, but am too tired and I need to introduce myself. Hello, I am Anastasia, Cinderella most beautiful step sister. I become Cinderella’s step sister when her father remarried my mother and we moved in. A few weeks later her father died and we became the rulers of the house! Some might say that Cinderella’s hair is golden, but I disagree. Her hair is; dull, lifeless and mousy, and I reckon needs a good wash. My hair on the other hand is spontaneous, splendid and shiny. And, o my, was washed yesterday night. See you soon, got to go I have some important jobs to do. CIN-DER-RELLA!
No Drucella, I want to play the flute. “But you played it last time” she wined. (How unattractive.) “Drucella, you have the best voice so sing and delight me”. Commanded mother. Ding dong. CINDERELLA! GET THE DOOR! “La la la la laa la laa la laa la laa” droned Drucella. “Anastasia, Drucella, Mother! There’s a letter for you” called Cinderella “The footman said it was important”. Give it here. No give it to ME! I want it! No I want it! GIRLS, I will read the letter to you all.
Dear the ladies of the house. On the 21st of April the price is having his birthday. You all have been invited to attend the royal ball, where the prince will choose a wife. All ladies are welcome from the rich to the poor. Please wear your finest clothes and look as pretty as you can. The ball will be held at the palace. And will start at 6:00pm, and finish 12:00pm. Do not be too late for the ball will have started and you will not be introduce to the prince.
Your kind regards
On the 21st of April! Why that’s only 1 day away! Let me see! I get to go to the palace! Girls, girls. Please settle down. Can I go to? Asked Cinderella. The King invited everyone and I would so dearly like to go. Yes, you may. I took a large intake of breath. Really mother! Oh thank you! Yes you may go, after you have cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the fire place, tidied our rooms, swept the floors, polished the floors, cleaned the walls, dusted the pictures, done the laundry, weeded the garden and feed the cat. Then you may You may go. “Ha ha ha ha ha”. Laughed Drucella. The look on Cinderella’s face was priceless! After Cinderella left, dragging her feet. Drucella and I danced around and celebrated!! I can’t wait to go to the ball!!
Cinderella! Do my hair, do my makeup, feed the cat, paint my nails! I yelled! Finally, all was done. Cinderella was not going to the ball. I was. I was looking stunning. Cinderella was not. The prince was going to choose ME…… NOT Cinderella.
The ball was so bright and colourful; when the king introduced us to the prince I thought I might die! He was so handsome and rich. (Such good qualities in a man) The prince was just about to ask the first lady to dance (which was going to be me!); when a lady as beautiful as a butterfly walked into the room. The prince walked straight up to her and asked her for the first dance. I was so disappointed a sulked for a good twelve minutes. The clock struck twelve. Ding, dong. I was just about to eat a jam and cream tart, when the most particular thing happened. The beautiful princess panicked and said goodbye to the prince and ran for the door. The prince followed her and came back holding a glass slipper and looking as miserable as a toad, went back to his room and did not come out for the rest of the evening. When I left it was announce that whoever fits the glass slipper would marry the prince without further delay.
I was looking as pretty as a picture when the door bell ranged and Cinderella ran to get the door. It was the footman. He announced he was here to try the glass slipper on every lady and maid in the prince’s orders. Drucella sat down. It did not fit. Mother sat down. It did not fit. I sat down……………………..It did not fit. I tried and tried but ended up getting a cut on my ankle. My foot was just too big. He was about to leave when Cinderella asked if she could try the shoe on. I was about to laugh when the shoe slide perfectly in place. Cinderella produced the matching glass slipper and was whisked away to marry the price that very day. From then on I had to do my own chores and ended up being an old maid for the rest of my life.