Magic

Magic Home Gone Wrong

A little white girl with everything she has ever dreamed of, a big cotton house, as she called it, was her home in a nice village. It was like a fairytale life, she was Cinderella but with no stepmother. Her father spoiled her rotten, she received dollhouses and ran in the meadows with both her parents. She grew up in a magic land with magic parents, magic animals and, she herself was also magic.

But that was when she was young, now she wants nothing to do with this fairytale of a life.

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"Sweetie, breakfast is ready," the mother's voice rang through the house. No answer, only the sound of the father's steps entering the kitchen with a broad smile and swinging his tie around his neck. He pecked his wife on the cheek and sat down by the table.

"So, what's for breakfast." he smiled, picking up the fork as he put a napkin around his neck.

"Be careful with that fork, dear. Besides, we're not starting till our daughter comes," she answered.

"Sweetie, breakfast is r-,"

The sound of the door banging open echoed through the house and high heels clicked down the creaking stairs.

"Oh, there you are, dear," The mother sang brightly.

The daughter rolled her eyes and sat down: "I told you not to call me sweetie," she told her mother without even looking her way and began to scoff down the food.

"Okay swe-," the mother stopped herself from finishing that sentence and instead stared at her husband as he sat there looking up at her.

"Dear, you can begin to eat now," she told her husband and he went ahead and did so.

The mother finally sat down and inspected her family as they ate.

This family was not the way it used to be. It's so distance and it scared her to think that she was losing her daughter completely. The mother decided to forget about this and ate. She put the napkin around her neck and was about to scrap some food with the fork when the table shook.

She looked up, seeing her daughter standing up, making her chair creak and walking out of the kitchen.

"Sweetie, - I mean daughter- where are you going?" no answer, only the sound of the front door slamming shut.

The mother looked distressed and sad as she looked back at her plate.

The husband sitting across from her, watched her in sadness, hoping that one day her hopeful smile will return to her beautiful face.

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"Ugh, this place is such shi-,"

"Shhh, the teacher might hear you,"

"Oh come on, like I care, and plus she's just an adult, stupid and ugly aduuults."
She took out her makeup mirror, applying some eyeliner to her face. She's become an expert at hiding her face with makeup, hiding it from her parents and sneaking it on through class.

"All done with fashion beauty," the used to be Cinderella told her friend who was sitting beside her. "How do I look?" she closed her eyes to show her friend the color of her new eye shadow.

"You are gorggggeous," she exaggerated the word and smiled at her friend, "plus, you don't need to ask me to know that you already are," she stated with a smirk.

"Yay ya, I know my self- worth," she answered.

"Delila, Sherre, is there something you'd like to share with the whole class?" the teacher asked.

The used-to- be -Cinderella that was named Delila stood up to answer.

She stood up with hands folded in front of her and began to mock with a 'good girl' answer.