The day was getting late, and Clarissa was in her bed reading with leonora beside her. Someone knocked on their nonexistenting door. "Clarissa?" Agatha asked, crying. Clarissa looked up at a crying ever. "Oh, what's wrong, Agatha?" Clarissa asked, patting down on the bed, insisting Agatha sat down. "...she called me a witch again..." Agatha said, crying. "Son of a gun!" Clarissa yelled quietly, slamming her book on the bed. "Are you sure she didn't say bitch?" Lesso asked. "Not the time," Clarissa said, glaring at leonora. "Do you want to hear a story?" Clarissa asked Agatha. "Sure," Agatha said, whipping away her tears.
"There was this sad girl named Ella. She had this terrible stepmother and 2 terrible stepsister's. Her father passed away a few years ago, and her stepmother was treating her like a maid. One night, the prince of the kingdom had a ball. Ella's wanted to go to the so badly. Her stepmother told her to clean the whole house, and if she finished in time, she could go to the ball. She did clean the whole house, but her stepmother still didn't let her go." Clarissa paused. "I know this story. It's Cinderella's, " Agatha said. "Ella's cried and cried, then suddenly a-" Clarissa was cut off. "Beautiful, gorgeous, magnificent, wonderful young fairy," lesso finished Clarissa. "The fairy told Ella's she could go to the ball. The fairy created a carriage, horses, and some men to drive. The fairy finally gave Ella a magnificent dress and some beautiful glass slippers and told her that when the clock struck 12 that everything would go back to normal. Ella listened and went off to the ball. She met the prince and danced with him all night. When the clock struck 12, she had completely forgotten about what the young fairy had told her. She ran back home, not wanting the prince to see her in a maid outfit, not knowing that she left behind one of her glasses slippers." Clarissa was cut off. "How would anyone like glasses slippers?" Lesso asked. "The prince looked far and wide to find someone to fit the glass slipper he had." Clarissa was stopped again. "Who would forget a face like Ella's, like her face is VERY recognizable!" Lesso yelled. "ANYWAYS, what I'm trying to say is no one ever looks like a maid or a witch," Clarissa said. "Wait, did you know Ella?" Agatha asked. "Yes, I do know Ella, and she was extremely angry with me when Gregor died," Clarissa said. "They also went to the bar.... A LOT" lesso said, reading her newspaper. "I was young!" Clarissa complained. "Thanks, mom," Agatha said, leaving.
AN: Cinderella's story is fun unless you read the brother's grim.
Word count: 458
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if clarissa Dovey was a bitch
Kurzgeschichtenit's exactly what the title says, and it's basically based on the song "Hell is Forever" from hazbin Hotel also, I'm a beginner writer
