I'm dusting off my shelf, while the soft tune of 'So This Is Love' plays from my iPhone.
I pick up the broom, starting on the hardwood floor. I lift up my rug by my bedroom door to sweep. Instead, I end up screaming.
Words are slowly etching themselves into the dust.
ELLA, YOU NEED TO DO YOUR CHORES. DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE FOR YOU, HONEY.
I back up, my glass-blown slippers clinking against the hardwood floor. Yes, you heard right. My Dad gave them to me before he left on business as a gift. It's dorky, but I wear them every day after school.
My eyes widen as a hole slowly forms in my floor.
"WHAT THE..... AHHHHH!" I scream, stumbling a few steps backwards. I could barely breathe.
"SHUT UP, ELLA!" My stepmother calls from the other room.
Suddenly, the heel of my left shoe cracks and breaks off. I stumble and dive, slipping down the hole.
Shoes fall around me, pieces of broken glass fly into the air as they shatter. I cover my eyes, not making a sound.
After what seems like thousands of years of falling, a sharp pain shoots into my left foot. My left shoe is long lost, glass shards. The pieces dig into my mostly bare legs. My right shoe remains intact.
I look around at the pool of broken glass I'm laying in. I have no idea where I am.
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Out Of Our Book
RandomImagine if one day, everything changed. And it did. Ariel, Cinderella, Belle, Snow White. What if you woke up, and realized you were a disney princess, trapped as a human. They did. And they need to fix things before the stories you ( and they )...
