Sang's Glass Slipper

Chapter One

Hey I've decided to write another book!

"Sang!"

I woke with a start. I quickly glanced at the time and saw I had overslept. What woke me though?

"Sang! Get your lazy a*s down here this instant." My mom screeched. Well that answers that question. Why am I still here...

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Flashback

"Honey, I want you to meet your new mother," my dad said, squatting down to reach my level.

"Why do I need a new mom?" I asked him confused in my 8 year old state. My mom was just on a trip. She told me she was going away for a while.

"Your mom's not coming back," a new voice sneered at me. I quickly whipped around to look at the voice.

"Sang, meet your new mom," my dad said with a sweep of his hands. One that I barely acknowledged. I was stuck on the part where my mom wasn't coming back.

"What do you mean my mom isn't coming back?" At this point my new mom decided to jump in again.

"Stop whining would you, I have such a headache. GIRLS!" She practically screamed in my face. Two girls my age ran in the house. "Marie, Danielle, this is Mr. Sorenson's daughter Song," She continued on.

"Sang," I quietly said under my breath.

"What was that? Don't talk back to me." She demanded a response.

"I said Sang, you accidentally said Song," I was practically whispering.

"No I didn't, stop lying to me. Show my girls to their room right this instant. My luggage is by the door, you can bring that up after you take care of the girls as punishment for back-talking," she yelled.

I looked to my dad for guidance, but he was in the sitting room staring at his laptop, lost in his own world. "Dad," I hesitantly called out to him.

He looked up, "Yes, that's fine, that's fine," He trailed off looking back to his screen.

"You heard him, take the stuff up, ungrateful brat, trying to get out of work," my new mom spat at me.

As I walked away to show Marie and Danielle to their room, I hoped tomorrow would be better.

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Present

It never got better, in fact, after my father passed away a year later, the situation spiraled down. I was now 17. For disobedience, the girls took my room and I was pushed to the attic. When hard times fell upon us, we had to let go of all our maids. My family was not so keen on the idea of doing their own work, so I was forced to take up the role of the chef, gardener, maid, laundry worker, and every other chore you could think up that is not desirable.

"Sang!" This screech was from one of my sisters, probably Marie. I snapped out of my daze as I raced down from the attic to the kitchen to make breakfast. Ten minutes later I brought them their breakfast. My sisters chat with each other while they ate and my mom was silent, me standing off to the side awaiting my next task to be assigned. My mom finished eating and began walking to the basement, grabbing various items as she went.

"Come on sl*t, you know what you did," she tossed over her shoulder. As we made it to the basement, she threw a glass cup on the floor and I flinched at it shattering. She points at it, "Kneel," she demanded. I slowly walk up and start to sink down to my knees, fighting back the tears as my knees were being cut up. Apparently I was going down too slowly because she shoved me down into it. My arm and side of my face landed in the glass and I cried out as she laughed at the sight of me laying in glass. She then walked over and grabbed a cane before beating me in the glass.

"Kneel and stay there until dinner. Ill expect your other chores to be finished tonight," I nodded in resignation before she turned and headed up the stairs. As I sat there I wondered if I would ever escape this h*ll hole. I remember trying, but our house is secluded and when I finally got to town, the police picked me up and escorted me back. My mom weaved a convincing story and there were no neighbors to question or comment on who I was. My mom said I was a worker for life, all but saying a slave, and no one knew who I was. It was my word against hers, and she was a well respected individual in the community while I was a no one. That night I received a lesson that Ill never forget. I had always planned on making it to 18 and leaving, but that night was when I accepted my inevitable fate of being stuck here forever.