The Nerve

The Nerve by PJ Bilgrav

Not everyone gets a fairytale ending. It's not always "once upon a time" or "lived happily ever after". Sometimes those who deserve them, like myself, Drizella Tremaine, get screwed over! A pretty face and a great personality don't always pay off. Sometimes stupid stepsisters get in the way and ruin everything!

It all began when my beautiful, kind, and respectful mother decided to marry this great man with tons of money and a gorgeous castle, after his poor unfortunate wife passed away from some kind of plague or illness or something like that. He was great; he supplied us with servants and pretty dresses, diamond rings and shoes, and all kinds of expensive things. He was the best stepdad to my beautiful sister, Anastasia and myself. Anastasia is almost as gorgeous as I am. Her hair is long and red like the sunset with a yellow bow tied in it. She wears a purple eggplant dress that has puffy shoulders, and she has red plump lips. We both have thin bodies that most girls would die to have. I wear an olive green dress with puffy shoulders as well. I have dark black hair with a turquoise blue bow perfectly tied to it. I have clear fair skin that everyone in the kingdom is jealous of.

When I say he "was" a great stepfather, it's because he's dead now. He went traveling to all these different places without us. Yeah, I know, rude much. He usually came back with presents for us, but this time he didn't, he just died. He must have died of some sort of plague or illness or something like that cause that seems to happen to all these peasant people, it's like a big deal or something. It's not important, but like he didn't even have the decency to send us nice things before going off and dying. Ugh, the nerve.

Stepdad left us with all of his money, which we obviously deserve, but the worst thing about him dying was that he left behind the stupid, annoying, dirty daughter of his. I don't even know why we have to keep her, like couldn't we just drop her off in the middle of the town or something? Her father isn't even around anymore, and we get stuck with her. The girl just gets in the way; the only thing she's somewhat useful for is cleaning the house, and she isn't even that good at it. She doesn't have any friends, like I caught her talking to the mouses; talk about delusional. Cinderella wears this dingy dress and she always has an apron on, not even a pretty one. Her blonde hair is usually pulled back with a bandanna in it. I cannot be expected to be seen with somebody who looks like that!

    It was the day when the gorgeously rich Prince, richer than us, would have his ball at his huge castle, bigger than ours. He would dance with all of the women in town and choose one to wed, which it should obviously be me. I mean, who wouldn't choose all of this, a girl who's got everything. Anastasia and I were getting ready for the ball, and we made Cinderella help us with our hair and to put on our dresses, but she wasn't even good at that! She kept pulling my hair and making my corset too tight and she had the nerve to think that she deserved to go to the ball as well! Like, what was she even thinking, what a fool.

    When she asked Mother if she was invited to the ball, Mother told her, "You! Certainly not! The thought of such a thing. A scruffy servant going to a ball, when only beautiful ladies are invited!" Mother was right, only beautiful women can go and Cinderella certainly did not meet the terms. She was just an orphan girl with no friends but the mouses, no taste in clothing but her torn up getup, and like not even any money. The whole thing was quite horrid.

    We were all ready and dressed to perfection for the ball. I had a puffy turquoise feather in my hair, while Anastasia had a green one placed in hers. Our dresses showed off our perfectly pulled figures that would surely grab the attention of everyone in the room, but most importantly, the attention of the gorgeously rich prince. All of the sudden, guess who has the nerve to come down the stairs in a pretty pink dress? CINDERELLA!

Cinderella, that's who! The absolute nerve of that peasant girl! Besides, where did SHE get THAT dress anyway? Me and Anastasia looked at each other in disgust, and we realized where she got that dress! She had stolen all of it from us! We began taking back what rightfully belonged to us. We tore the bow that hung from her collar, the ribbon from around her waist, the pretty pink bows at the bottom of the dress, ripping the material straight off of her shoulders. This girl really tried stealing our belongings and ruining them for her own misfashion. What a truly selfish thing to do.