Literally My Life

Cinderella: Anastasia's POV (Part 1)

I did this for an English essay that my teacher never ended up taking, so I decided I want to finish the whole story...

Superwoman said (in her book) that the best way to set deadlines is to make them public: So, here's my deadline: I'll post the other part (of this story) in 2 days!

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"Hey, sissy. You see that bucket of water over there?" Drizella whispered, pointing to a large bucket of dirty water that Ella had been using to wipe the dining room.

"Yeah? What'd ya want me to do about it?" I said, shifting my weight, and putting my hand on my hip. I knew exactly what she wanted, I just didn't want to believe it.

"You know exactly what I want, sissy! Pour it right on her! That should put her back in her place! Look at her, singing as though she owns this house. God, I don't even think gobs of wax could get rid of that sound!"

"Po- Pour it right on her! Pour it right on her, you say? Yup, consider it done, Drisy!" I said, lifting up my skirts and walking back into the dining room.

It was a mundane task, but I could watch her for hours. She was simply wiping the dining room, that's all, but I could stare at her all day.

The golden locks that escaped her neatly did bun and framed her small face perfectly. Her small figure busy at work, work she didn't deserve, work no young lady deserved. The smile that seemed to always linger on her lips, even when she was in pain. And her voice. Her voice. It would have put the voice of angels to shame. It flowed through the room, as enticing and enchanting as the voice of a siren-

I gripped the chair. NO. I shook myself out of my thoughts.

What thoughts? You were simply... Admiring another woman's beauty!

I nodded. That's what I was doing! Admiring another woman! Nothing more! Of course not!

I moved towards the bucket of water she was using to wipe the floor. I looked at her once more, completely oblivious, her face open and trusting.

I sighed. Was I really about to the hurt the woman I lo-

WOMAN YOU THOUGHT WAS LOVELY! Are you really going to hurt the woman you think is lovely?

"Well, sissy? What are you waiting for?" Said a voice behind me. Drizella stood, arms crossed, against the doorway.

"Scared?" She said, venom practically dripping from her voice.

Ella was still singing, completely oblivious to what was going on. I forced myself to scrunch up my nose at her. I looked over at Drizella, who was looking at me, eyebrows raised in a challenge.

I took in a shaky breath and moved towards the bucket, my footsteps as silent as a cat's. As I neared the bucket, I forced myself to look away from her, knowing that otherwise I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do it. I wouldn't be able to bring myself to hurt her, even in these small ways.

I rolled my shoulders back as I stood over the bucket. Then, in one smooth stroke, I hefted the bucket and poured the contents over Ella'a head.

She stopped mopping the floor, slowly stood up, her beautiful golden hair dripping with dirty water and looked at Drizella. Then, she looked at me. And her expression broke what little was left of my heart.

She looked at me with her chin raised, complete calmness in her eyes. There was no hurt. There were no tears. There was no betrayal in her expression. It was like she expected this from me.

So as she walked out of the kitchen, presumably to change her outfit, I couldn't stop my eyes from welling up with tears.

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