Not Quite Cinderella

Worst Boss Ever

Authors Note

Hey Guys! This is my first actual story on Wattpad, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I am at the moment. As you can see, this book is based off Cinderella; all of her hardships and pain that she's endured. I found it absolutely inspiring. Instead, I have worked up a more modern version that I hope is accurate.
Let me know whether you enjoy it or not!

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"Ugh, my back is killing me." Isabella thought and groaned, rubbing her lower back vigorously. She stood up slowly, her round face screwed up in a grimace. Golden strands of hair wondered astry from her loose ponytail that was piled messily on top of her head. Izzy reached up and tucked the pieces behind her slightly pointed ears and sighed. She had been working none stop, scrubbing away at the grimy tiles. Her hands ached painfully, they shined a bright red when she moved them into the weak sunlight.

She had worked here for quite some time, scrubbing away the dirt and sweat off the floors. Of course, Isabella was sick of working here already. It'd only been a few months, but the life had been sucked out of her from the beginning. Isabella sighed again, the amount of times she sighed while being a slave here was unimaginable.

Izzy stooped down low and grabbed the blue scrubber, she felt a sharp jab press into her back. She fell on the floor with a soft thump.

"Hey!" Isabella exclaimed, her head almost colliding into the hard tiles. She glared spitefully up to the short figure who had pushed her down.

"Didn't see you there..." Mumbled a stubby bald guy named Erin. Erin was her boss, and Isabella resented him with a burning passion.

It seemed like he wanted to make her work experience horrible. At every chance he got, he chose to humiliate her and shock her. Isabella felt aghast at the thought of her boss doing something so pitiful. She still remembers the day he "accidentally" made her trip and fall face first in a pile of dog poo she was cleaning up outside. Izzy scowled and her face glowed scarlet.

Look at the guy, how could he be an image of rainbows and butterflies? Erin was overweight, his gut hung uselessly over his crisp brown trousers. A boring tie clung to his neck tightly, as if it made him look any more "professional" than he already is.

The fact remains, she still hates him.

"Watch where you're going next time, okay?" Izzy snapped and dragged herself up to her feet, slightly shaking.

Erin shot her an irritated look, he wiped his sweaty forehead with a baby blue tissue. "Watch your attitude, Isabella." His voice seem to leak authority, but the smirk plastered on his face made him appear stuck-up. Erin thought he was on top of the food chain, gulping down the little weaklings that was named his prey. But he wasn't of course, his shiny, bald head can fantasize all he pleases.

Isabella laughed; a chuckle that held no humor what so ever. "Me and my attitude?" She jabbed a finger into the mans chest. "Why don't you watch your attitude?" She placed a hand on her hip and glared at him, daring him to go further.

The mans eyes widened in surprise. His watery grey eyes narrowed as he took a step towards Isabella. "Y-you.." he stuttered, apparently lost for words. She had stunned him greatly, her brave words glued into his mind. "Get back to work." He spat, baring his yellow teeth like an angered wolf.

Isabella rolled her eyes as if mocking his stupidity. "I want you to apologize to me." She said firmly, her hands balled into a fist. This was one too many times; She's been pushed around her entire life, being used as a filthy doormat. Just inviting people to walk all over her. It's bad enough her own mother does it, now her own boss? That's down right unnatural.