Catching Princesses

District 8

This one's on (Cinder)Ella Tremaine.

New chapter because my team keeps leaving me and I have to 1 v 4. I ended up 8th with 17 elims. 

There were several websites on Ella's last name, but I'm going with Tremaine because it's the most common one.

(I've been putting this off cause I had no ideas.)

"Ella!" Lady Tremaine, Cinderella's stepmother's voice rang throughout the house.

"Yes, mother?" Cinderella called from the attic.

"What have I told you about coming down and speaking to me face-to-face when I call you?" Lady Tremaine scolded her.

Ella hurried down, her dress caked in cobwebs and dust.

"Yes, mother?" She asked, looking down. (Her stepmother had forbidden her from ever looking at her eye-to-eye.)

Lady Tremaine grabbed her face with two sharp nails tightly, ignoring how Ella winced "I told you to clean Anastasia's room! Yesterday! What have you been doing?"

"I- I'm sorry mother. I was- "

"I don't care! I told you to clean your sister's room, so go clean it."

"Yes, mother."

Lady Tremaine let go of her and Ella turned back and went up the stairs to Anastasia's room.

"Why haven't you cleaned the attic yet?!" Lady Tremaine yelled.

"I apologise, Mother, I'll clean it after I'm done with Anastasia's room."

"No! Clean it now."

"Yes, mother."

-=)(=-

Her mother had left a scratch on her face. And it was bleeding.

At least it's not that deep. Ella thought as she wiped the blood away from her face

If you asked anyone from District 8 about Ella, they'd tell you about how nice and tolerant she was.

But after years of abuse, surely, she would crack?

But she hasn't,

(I'm just typing nonsense at this point help)

(I need a break from this fic. Time to make a new story!!)

(update of like 2 months later, )

(update 25/10/2024, woah. Honestly, kinda forgot this existed. This one has to be my second longest writer's block. Also, why does word keep switching from English (UK) to English (US)? Like bro, this is the 10th time this month)

Not yet...

-=)(=-

Maybe I get chosen as a tribute and I can die in peace, away from Mother. Ella thought as she stood with the rest of the district.

-=)(=-

And when her name was called out, Ella smiled. I can finally die

"And the male tribute from District 8, is Henry Charling!"

(the prince charming in Cinderella is called Henry. Charling because they can't all be Charming, that gets confusing)

Oh, he's in my class. Ella thought, cool.

Well, that took long. Watch me upload the next chapter in 5 months.

I'll try not to forget. Doesn't it feel stupid to be typing for someone to read, but no one reads it cause your writing sucks, so you end up typing to yourself. I guess I'm used to talking to myself, or in this case, typing.

Anyone else think more than they talk?

25/10/2024