My Messed Up Cinderella Story

“Cindy! Where is my pink mini skirt! I can’t find it!”

I sighed. Yeah, yeah, I know, ironic. My name is Cindy. I have and evil step sister and mother who force me to do everything. My daddy is dead. Finally, to make it even more ironic, my middle name is Ellie. Sometimes I hate my life. Scratch that. I hate my life all the time. My only friend is my cat, Lucy. She lives in my room, otherwise she wouldn’t be here at all.

“Cindy!” The annoying shrill voice of Melanie shrieked out again. I suddenly remembered why I wasn’t awake by now. I grabbed the skirt I had borrowed last night. I sighed in content remembering the boy I had met last night at the party. I quickly walked up stairs while folding the skirt to make it look like I had just washed it.

“Here it is. I’m sorry I forgot to bring it up. I washed it last night, it was looking a bit dirty,”

“Just don’t do it again. Or next time you won’t be eating,” I sighed again, used to the threats that were always sent my way. Today was Saturday, and tonight, another party.

“I’m going out today, to go shopping,”

“Shopping! Since when do you shop! If you are going shopping, you mustn’t buy anything that will make you pretty, if that’s even possible,” she sneered as she eyed my thick rimmed glasses that are fake, but look real, my baggy sweats, old t-shirt, and tight ballet bun that marked me as a nerd, “Finally, you must take me with you,” she finished.

“Oh I didn’t mean shopping like that! I meant for groceries. We all running low on food,”

“Oh, in that case make sure to buy me my diet foods, you know I need to be super skinny. Also, don’t forget my hair dye!” She shrieked the last part as I walked away.

“I won’t!” I said to her. ‘Wouldn’t wanna make you any prettier’ I thought to myself. How could anyone think she was pretty? She was five foot six, fake blonde, of course blue eyes, but those were the only real thing about her, she wore the sluttiest clothes she could find, and she didn’t have any real anything.

I walked in my room and grabbed my wallet, it’s funny how they pay me to do everything, even if it is only 100 bucks a week. Right now, I had $400. I planned to buy some food, but I was going to buy my own clothes and things for the next couple parties. I walked out to my motorcycle. Yes, I have one, but it’s cheap old sucker that I had to buy for myself. It used to be a kind of faded orange color, until I painted it purple.

When I got to the grocery store I dead in my tracks. There he was. The boy from the party last night. The one who had only paid attention to me. The hot new kid. The only reason I went to that party was because I knew Melanie wouldn’t be there. I don’t know why though. She wouldn’t have recognized me anyway.