The Real Cinderella

Chapter 3

When I got home, my stepmother was waiting for me. I felt a chill up my spine. "Did you finish all the morning chores?" She asked. I nodded. Her sternness slowly turned to anger. "Well, you did forget to put the garden hose away, I nearly tripped over it!" I glanced down in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to upset you, I'll put it away right now" I said slowly. "See that you do" she said sternly. "And after that I made a list of some chores for you to do. I have a meeting for work I must go to, so that means ALL the chores must be done before I come home. And I want dinner on the table at six. And do whatever my daughters tell you to do. Is that CLEAR?" I nodded once more. She waved good bye to Clara and Josephine. After Melinda left, Josephine turned to me. "Don't you EVER humiliate me at school again!" She screamed. I was pretty confused at that point. What the hell was SHE talking about. I'm the one who should be humiliated. "Why do you feel embarrassed?" I asked. She gave me a look like she was expecting me to know. "Well first of all, you fell on the driveway on your way to the bus, and everyone was looking at you and now everyone knows that I have a pathetic stepsister. And second, you slammed the door on Jacob, the guy who I have a huge crush on. And now that totally killed the chances of him asking me to prom!"
I stood there quietly. "You are the biggest screw up ever!" Screamed Clara. I wanted to punch both of them in the face.
See, what I mean, their EVIL and their MEAN. Josephine took a deep breath. "Why am I wasting my precious time talking to a moron!" She stormed off. Clara handed me a list. "Here are the chores you have to do for ME!" I looked at the list. There were at least 500 things I had to do. Including the list I already have to do for my stepmother.

The next two hours, I was doing nothing but chores.

1. Clean all 5 bathrooms
2. Polish all my shoes, including my daughters shoes
3. Mop all floors
4. Make dinner
5. Wash all dirty dishes
6. Dust the whole house
7. Organize my office
8. Cut the grass
9. Pull all the weeds
10. Trim the hedges and bushes
11. Tune the piano
12. Clean garage
13. Take out trash...

Chore after chore after CHORE! And that's not even HALF the list.
I was finishing up dusting when the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hey girl, what's up?"
It was my best friend Lizzie. "doing chores like always" I said. "How are you feeling?"
Lizzie sighed. "A little better, wanna hang out?"
"I can't, I got a million more chores to do and I got homework".
Lizzie and I were quiet for a while. Sometimes it's nice when things are quiet. We both were silent for awhile and then I decided I needed to get back to work. I told Lizzie I would see her tomorrow at school.

It was 5:30 and I finished making dinner. I still had so many chores to do, but I was worn out.

At dinner I didn't eat a whole lot. My stepmother sat at the head of the table not saying a word. Clara and Josephine were talking up a storm. "I so can't wait for prom" Josephine said excitedly. "Did you even get a dress?" Asked Clara. Josephine was a little annoyed by that. "No I haven't, because mother hasn't ordered the dress yet! She said rudely. Melinda smiled at Josephine. "It is already being delivered pumpkin, it will be here soon". Clara got a little antsy. "What about me mother? Is my dress on its way too?" Melinda answered patiently "yes, sweet dear." Both Clara and Josephine squealed with excitement. I desperately wanted to go to prom, so I decided to ask. " May I go too?" My stepmother and stepsisters looked at me, and then each other. They all laughed. I was insulted by that. "What's so funny?" I asked. After my stepmother finished giggling she turned to me. "Who the hell, would want YOU to go!" I slowly threw my head down. "Besides, you don't have anything to wear" teased Josephine. Clara laughed.
"She can wear her fathers stinky jacket, like she always does!" My stepmother laughed wildly. "My fathers jacket means ALOT to me!" I interrupted. "Take off that jacket now! Yelled Melinda. "But my father said I could have it" I pleaded.
"You father is DEAD, your in my family now, TAKE IT OFF!" My stepmother was in full rage she stood up, lifted her hand...slapped me.