Dancing Cinderella's Chuck Taylors

Chapter 5

Ellie's POV

"Ugh!" I slumped against the wall of the hallway with the cleaning equipments cluttering to the floor. I am so exhausted! It's already like, two in the afternoon.

The chores are ridiculous! It says that I have to clean the whole bathroom. Not just the bathroom guest bathroom or Grizelda's bathroom or Winnie's bathroom or Minnie's bathroom or the house's main bathroom but every bathrooom in the house. Using a toothbrush! I mean, that is so ridiculous. But I didn't listen. I still cleaned the bathroom with proper cleaning utensils and NOT a toothbrush.

And in case I didn't mention, which I really didn't, the guest bathroom is located on the first floor at the end of the right corridor. Grizelda's bathroom is located in her room which is located on the second floor. Minnie's bathrooom is located in her room which is located on the first floor near her mom's room.

They did not just made me clean all the bathroom in the house, they also made me trim the grass, water every single plant in the house and bring them outside so they could get a taste of sunlight and grown healthy, and I also have to harvest the apple tree that bore apples last week ago. I'm pretty sure they're overripe as well and I'm also pretty sure that they only wrote that on the chores list so I would do something time consuming and not go to the ball and, of course, as a punishment. Ugh! They are so infuriating.

Now, the next thing on my list is to clean the whole kitchen including cleaning the fridge, oven, and every kitchen equipment we owned which is a hundred. No not hundred, thousands! Oh wait, no that's wrong. We have a MILLION kitchen equipment which consists of 10 casseroles, 3 ovens, 10 frying pans, 3 toasters, 3 fridges, 10000000 spoons, 10000000oo forks, and etc.

I was about to get up and do the rest of my chores but the ringing of my cellphone interrupted me from doing so.

I dropped my long list of chores and reached for my phone in my pocket and checked the caller ID. It's Maya.

"Hello?" I said, answering the phone.

"It's me." Maya sang at the other end of the phone.

I rolled my eyes, "Seriously, Maya?"

Maya giggled, "It's a great song!"

"I know. Just stop."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just shut up."

"Okay." Maya sighed. "Anyway, are you busy?"

I scoffed, "Busy? More like overworked."

Maya groaned, "Did they do that thing again where they give you a really long list of chores because you did something bad to your stepsisters?"

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" I replied back. Maya laughed.

"So, according to your approximate estimate, how long are you gonna finish your chores?"

I diverted my eyes towards the list that I dropped on the floor on accident and saw that I have a long way to go. "Uh, probably in midnight or one o'clock in the morning."

"WHAT?!" Maya screeched over the phone. I moved my phone away from my ear and massaged my sore ear. I placed my phone on my other ear that is not sore.