Ella: A Fractured Fairy Tale

Last year on February third, my life turned upside down. You see, my name's Ella. I live in an apartment with my two older sisters, Alice and Kristen, in downtown Fictionville. I'm a bit... different. The rest of the girls in Fictionville wear dresses, almost get eaten by wolves, or trash bears' houses. Me? I sit at home on my laptop checking NHL trade rumors. So my peaceful life was bound to get interrupted sometime, right?

So on February third, I was on the TSN website following trades, listening to my favourite singer, Lil' Red Riding in the Hood, and dozing off a bit. Just then, Alice and Kristen came in screeching like dolphins on a sugar rush!

"We've been invited to the Royale Ball!" They screeched.

"So?" I asked. "It's pretty much this year's 'Dorkfest.'"

"How could you possibly say such as thing?" Demanded Alice.

"People, it's sponsored by toilet paper!" I exclaimed.

"Never mind that," said Kristen. "We have to get you ready!"

"Don't bother," I said. "The Canucks are playing the Wild tonight."

"You're a party pooper," pouted Alice. Then my sugar rushed dolphin sisters left me alone.

Not even fifteen minutes later, a guy suddenly appeared right smack in the middle of my room. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, Whoa! That's weird. What if I told you that he had pink hair, sunglasses, a Barbie Princess Fairy wand, and a Blackberry on which he was rapidly texting? Get this, he was also wearing a pink ballerina tutu over a powder blue pinstripe suit and chewing spearmint gum. Now that's weird!

"Listen here, sweetheart, we have to get you to the Royale Ball," said the strange man.

"First of all, I'm not going to the Royale Ball. Second of all, who are you?" I demanded.

"Honey, you are going to the ball and I'm your Larry Godfather. Gum?" Said Larry, handing me the gum package.

'No thanks Larry,"I said while glaring at him.

"Look, sweetheart, The Fairy Godmother is busy at the moment. Something about a glass slipper. Anyhow, enough chitchat. It's time to get down to business," He said, , rubbing his white glove clad hands together with a wicked grin on his face.

Uh oh, I thought.

With a wave of his Barbie Fairy Princess Wand, I was wearing a puffy blue dress and on my way to the Royale Ball in a chauffeured Hummer. Then Larry appeared with a pink puff of smoke that smelled like Coconut Madness shampoo.

"So," he inquired, "do you like your dress?"

"Hate it," I grumbled.

"Too late to go back now," he said with a grin. "Listen, I'll let you leave at ten o' clock because that's when the game starts."

I had no time to murmur my thanks because at that very moment, I found myself being pushed out of the Hummer. I swear, as it drove away, it was laughing at me. I brushed myself off and looked up. I was a bit confused for a second because all I saw was a pile of toilet paper rolls shaped like a castle, but then I realised that's exactly what I was looking at. I started up the stairs, grumbling about how crazy the people in this castle must be, only to find my path blocked by a guy wearing white robes made out of what seemed to be toilet paper and a name tag that said Duke of Cottonelle.

"Let me escort you up the stairs, Miss...?" He said.

"Ummm...er...well," I was panicking. "McNugget."

"That's a strange name, Miss Umerwell-McNugget," he said. "Say are you related to..."

I didn't here the rest of his sentence because with that, I left him to party. I was totally confused so I went to the snack bar and saw... the biggest bowl of cheese puffs I had ever seen!

I love cheese puffs so before long I was in front of the bowl, letting the artificially coloured snak food consume my taste buds. Just after I had lost track of how long I'd been eating, the clock struck ten. I looked down and examined myself, orange hands, orange dress, even orange shoes! The bowl still had quite a few cheese puffs left in it so I stuffed them in my handbag and ran... straight into Prince Charmin, son of King Royale. 

"Ah," he said. "Miss Umerwell-McNugget. The Duke of Cottonelle told me about you. Would you like to da..."

"Sorry," I panted. "Got to... leave... Canucks... Wild."

 I ran out of the castle as fast as my five-inch heels would carry me. Then, the Hummer pulled up and I jumped into it only to find my self lying in front of my laptop with a puddle of drool and a blue handbag beside me. I opened it. Cheese puffs. I checked my watch, ten o' eight. I jumped out of my seat, I was going to miss the game! On my way to the living room, I tripped on something. I was wearing a five-inch heel on my left foot. I looked at my hands. Orange! I smelled myself. I smelled like Coconut Madness shampoo. Picking myself up from off the ground, I opened my handbag and popped a cheese puff on my mouth and crunched.

It was delicious.

 A/N: This was a story I wrote in grade six for a "Fractured Fairytale" assignment. I really liked the story so I thought I'd retype it from a old copy I found in my closet and post it on Wattpad. I hope you guys like it and, who knows? I might post more of my school writing on here in the future!

Now who wants to hear some essays? Or maybe a paper on Canadian First Nations or Edo Period Japan? Even better, my science fair?

TROLOLOL NO. I wouldn't put you guys through that kind of torture. Probably. My Japan paper was actually quite good...