Once Upon A Time… (A twisted fairy tale)
My name is Cindy Rella. I’m going to tell you how my story REALLY went before the writers went and screwed it up.
First, I would like to start with a few complaints about how the writers screwed MY story up, along with Goldy Locks, Red, Snow, Sleep, and all my other friends. First off, I would NEVER ride in a pumpkin to a ball! Do you know how much mold might be in there? If I did ride in it, I would AT LEAST hired hazard control, first.
Second off, I’m NOT some lonely little servant. I mean, yeah, sure I worked my butt off, but I had friends. I mean, who has only mice for friends? Pathetic!
Third, I just want to say that in the real world, fairy godmothers don’t exist. You have to work your butt off if you want to get anything done.
Okay, I guess that I should move on now. Here is my story.
“Cindy! Get your butt down here!”
“Gosh, Mom, I’m coming! Are you driving me to work today, or should I walk?”
“I’ll drive you, I’ll drive you. Now get in the stupid coach.”
As you can see, I don’t have an evil step mother. I have a mean mother, but she’s no evil witch.
As soon as I arrive at work, Lady Tremaine put me to work scrubbing dishes.
“Cindy, dear, take your time. Don’t overwork yourself,” As you can see, Lady Tremaine was more of a mother to me.
Then, her two daughters, Anastasia, a red head, and Drizzela, a brunette, came down.
“Hello, Cindy! Have a spectacular day!” they said in unison.
“Thank you! You, too!”
After work, I went home, only to have to watch over my two annoying younger brothers, Gus and Jacques.
Finally, it was time to sleep.
Earlier that day, my best friend, Perla (In the books, she was a mouse. A MOUSE!) had given me an invitation to some ball tonight, and insisted I come. It was now that I remembered about it, and luckily the day before I had bought a magnificent, shimmery, long blue gown with the money I earned from Lady Tremaine. I now put that on, and put my hair in a bun.
At the ball, I had to dance with every handsome dude, excuse me, I mean prince, in the place. Finally, I found the perfect prince, who ended up stealing my shoe. He literally reached down and pulled it off my foot.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Steve. Steve Charming.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Charming.”
So then Steve comes to my place a few days later, he makes me try on the shoe that he had been carrying around (and who knows where that thing has been!) and then we live happily ever after. According to the books.
No. How it really happened, was I took Steve home with me, introduced him to my mom, and she said he was perfect. So, he asks for my hand in marriage, I accept since I really had no choice, and then the big wedding is a few days later. About a week after that, I catch him dancing with some other lady, and we get a divorce. No more Steve.
So I just go on with my life. And that’s how I ended up here, at Mother Goose Retiring Estates. As you can see, my life isn’t the perfect fairy tale you thought it was, huh?
