Rapunzel

Chapter One

'Mom' looks so sad today. I wonder what's happened. Not like I care, she isn't my real mom, even though she insists so. She's not my birth mom, and I'm as sure as hell not her real daughter. I'll die before admitting it!

Old Cinders' voice hum through the castle, floating along with the empty air currents. She's calling for me again? I groan heavily and briskly walk down the flights of staircases, heels clicking on the stained glass surface. She hates it when I don't come at her every beck and call. I'm pretty annoyed at her today. My long, silky blonde hair flops down every flight of stairs. I don't bother to tie it up, because it just comes undone. What a waste of my time.

I near the throne room - and that damned Cinders - when I hear the sound of glass tinkling. This piques my curiosity, but I soon realise it's just Cinders singing. I actually am clueless about how her voice sounds like glasses tinkling together all the time. It doesn't matter whether she's laughing, singing or coughing, it always sounds like wine bottles clunked together. Why can't I have that grace? Ugh, whatever.

Cinders sits atop a throne made of multicolored glass made to resemble those old windows in church, stained with all kinds of dyes and magic. Her sickly sweet voice surrounds me.

"Rapuuuuunzeeeeeeeeeel," She says, drawing out the 'u' and the 'e' ,"Dear, you seem to be very......un-busy today." I almost wanted to say, " No, mom , I'm certainly very busy and snowed under with stupid tasks you set for me." but I hold back my spiteful words and send a withering look in her general direction. I try and make it as icy as my heart, as haunting as my eyes, as chilling as her castle. I don't think I succeeded as she doesn't seem to be affected. She continues to act nonchalant as she gazed at me from atop her throne, rump resting on the hard surface. I don't think I want to know where she got it from.

"What do you want, you bitch?" My harsh words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them, winged beasts of spit wand contempt. Cinders' face revolts at my crude language. She draws back, slightly suprised, and wags her finger.

"Now, now, dear Rapunzel. Who taught you crude language like that," Cinders pauses for a second, letting me realise the cold reality of who she's talking about. My fists clench, and I can't help it. "Is it your former... Boyfriend? Such a shame what happened to him, isn't that right?"

Her voice seems to have a personality of its own and it taunts me. I feel my blood rushing to my head and my cheeks flush with the anger. How dare such a filthy mouth speak of him like that! I spit out a variety of crude language, while Cinderella simply stares at me with a smug smirk on her face. She knows that she's gotten to me successfully. I stamp my foot angrily for a few more minutes, hoping to break the glass but apparently either I'm not strong enough or the floor is too thick. I'm supremely annoyed by this.

I've lost my anger and strength after a while and I just plop myself on one of the smaller chairs in the room, and oh my goodness! This is the hardest thing I've ever sat on! I leap up instinctively, disgusted by how Cinders' rump can bear the pure hardness of her throne. I wince at the thought. Cinders' voice rings out again, and I identify a note of seriousness in her voice, as cold as winter, as hard as that chair.

"Now, then. Since you're all tired out after your little...... tantrum, I have something that I want to say. Listen up."

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That was the first part of "Rapunzel"! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it for you. Thanks for reading!