Once upon a time it was a lazy Saturday afternoon. Nothing important to do or people to see. I walked down the stair to the living room and threw myself on the couch.
I pulled out my phone from my sweat pants pocket, checking the time, ten-forty five.
I turned my head to look at the tv screen just in time to see Cinderella run down the stairs after the clock hit twelve. I roll my eyes. The obsession my sister has with this movie is nauseating. I was past growing tired of it; she watched it every day. She would replay it over and over again. I knew every word to the stupid movie speaking of my sister. She laid on the floor with her head on her pillow-pet and her put sticking up in the air. I love her none the less.
Back to the movie though. That would never happen; it’s just to get girls hopes up. I watched my sister for a moment before deciding she is fully asleep. I stand and walked over to the television, so I can change the movie to Resident Evil. When all of a sudden I'm surrounded by darkness.
The anoying sound of bells chiming woke me up. My eyes were heavy as if I just slept through a rainstorm. I looked up and saw bells on my room wall, ring like a warning to get the hell out of town. Wait this is not my room. I looked out the window and saw a castle far in the distance.
“Cinderella! Hurry up, we are hungry,” An annoying voice yelled
Cinderella? Where is Cinderella? I'm not Cinderella! I got out of the bed and my feet met a blister wooden floor, ever heard of sandpaper? What is going on?!
“CINDERELLA!!!!” I quickly changed into a dress that was hung on the door and ran down the winding steps. When I reached the bottom I saw a fat cat and a dog. What was I supposed to do? I quickly remember what Cinderella does in the movie.
I move quickly and do not stop until I have the food on the trays. Great, how I’m I going to carry them up there?! I am definitely not balancing one on my head!
I was going to have to take only two. I ran up the stair to the first big white door. I opened it to see a girl lying in her bed with her hand on the rope. She was pulling a rope signaling the bells to go off.
“About time I’ve been ring the bell forever! My arm feels as if it will fall off.” she yelled it took everything in me not tobsay, 'we can only hope,' I need to find a way out soon I can feel my anger building up slowly.
“Grab the laundry and get out!” she yelled I grabbed the bag and walked out of the room. I set the bag by her door and I slowly walked to the next door.
“Finally! Grab the laundry and don’t come back until they are clean.” I set the tray on her desk. I grabbed the woven wooden basket and I was on my way. I set the basket outside the door. I ran down stairs to grab the last tray.
When I walked into the kitchen one bell was left ranging. It was slow and more irritating that all three bell together. I grabbed the tray and walked up the stairs being careful not to trip. Once I reached the top of the stairs. The cat from earlier laid in front of the door I had to go in. I pushed the cat softly out of the way with my foot and started to walk into the room.
The room was dark, gloomy. She really needs to open up the curtains and let some sunlight bring grace to the place or something.
I saw a shadowy figure in the bed. As i began to walk the cat walked in between my legs almost lossing my balance but i caught myself.
“Cinderella how many times have I told you? You must wake up early so you can assist my lovely daughters and me.”
“Lovely daughters my butt!” I said louder that I intended to say it. Her face was priceless. Her confused face changed to beyond mad. I quickly regretted it. “Get the laundry and get out! I will have a list of more chores you will need to attend to.” Her voice was edgy and to tell you the truth it scared the crap out of me.
