One by one, the delicate snowflakes fell down from the sky, landing on the cold white floor, softly and silently. The trees had small crystals made of ice, hanging down from their leaves. Despite all the beauty of the night, the place seemed almost lifeless.
A beautiful young lady in a pitch black cloak, walked carefully through the snow, dragging behind her a freshly cut branch, still with dying green leaves. After the branch had gone over where she had walked, the woman's footsteps became buried in the snow. So she walked on, the snow destroying every mark she'd left behind.
Sleeping in her bedroom by the window, lay a baby girl. The baby was small, quiet, precious, and extremely adorable. Eventually, there was just a thin piece of glass standing between the cloaked stranger and this little girl.
From the outside, the woman opened the unlocked window, so slowly and carefully, it barely creaked. She reached out, grabbing the baby with her left hand, before running off into the night.
When the woman was out of sight of the house, the window quickly slammed shut. Then it reopened, and the woman came running backwards, placing the baby back in her crib. She re-shut the window, running backwards into the night. The snowflakes slowly flew up and disappeared.
The ground still covered in snow, one last snowflake drifted up into the sky, and by the time it had disappeared, her eyes were wide open.
"Hailie, are you awake?" the now eighteen-year-old girl, whispered into the darkness around her. Then another girl turned and faced her.
"Yes, I'm awake. What's wrong Cinderella?" Hailie asked, worried. Before Cinderella could answer, loud banging footsteps came from the hallway. All of a sudden, the door was bashed open, and a gorgeous, yet cruel and mean looking woman, stood at the doorway.
"Get up!" the woman yelled, stomping into the room next to Cinderella and Hailie. Then her beautiful long nails scratched at the girls' heads as her fingers tightened around the pretty blonde locks of Cinderella's hair, and the silky brown strands of Hailie's. All of a sudden, the two, innocent teenage girls, were dangling almost a foot in the air.
"Now get Lydia, Bethany and Jeanne ready for school, otherwise you will be locked in the cellar with no food all day!" Then, the cruel woman left, stomping loudly down the hallway as she left.
By this time, Hailie and Cinderella's hands were on the wall, alongside their squashed noses and cheeks. With bruised heads and aching arms and legs, the two went out into the kitchen and started making breakfast for their three, so called, siblings, and their supposed mother.
"Mother, must I remind you about the ball in two weeks' time, or shall you remember for yourself?" asked Jeanne, glancing innocently at Cinderella whilst her mother wasn't looking.
"You won't have to remind me, dear child. HAILIE! Remember to remind me of the ball as it comes up!" the woman yelled over to the kitchen.
"Oh no mother, Hailie doesn't have to remind you. I shall do it myself! I mean after all -,"
"Oh Jeanne, you make me laugh! How funny you are, dearest child! We have servants for a reason you know! Ha!"
Jeanne gave Hailie the most apologetic look she could, as she sat down at the dining table. In return, Hailie gave her a slight smile, before walking over to the three with their breakfasts.
After Lydia, Bethany and Jeanne had left for school, their mother, Ms Parker, had gone off for work, and Cinderella and Hailie had finished all of their household chores, the two young girls talked to each other about how much they would adore going to the ball.
"I've an idea, Cinderella!" Hailie said excitedly.
"Hailie, you've had many ideas, yet none of them have seemed even the slightest bit realistic."
"Oh, lighten up Cinderella. This is a really good one, I know it!"
"That's the fourteenth time you've said that today. I'm sorry Hailie, but there's no way we can get to that ball. We've no clothes, shoes, beauty products, transport, or any other thing we could possibly need."
"What if we take some fabric from the cellar and make our own dresses! We'll see if Jeanne will lend us some shoes and then after Ms Parker and the others leave, we'll walk to the ball!"
"Did you miss the part where I said transportation?"
YOU ARE READING
Cinderella
FantasyA fractured fairy tale, based on the classic story of Cinderella. This version originally written for a school assignment. Year 8, thoroughly edited and I would very much appreciate feedback.
