Cinderella - A Fractured Fairy Tale

Part 1/4

"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.

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. SERVANT! Remember to remind me of the ball as it comes up!" the woman yelled at Hailie.

"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 to work, and Cinderella and Hailie had finished all of their household chores, the two young girls talked to eachother 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 that we can get to that ball. We've no clothes, shoes, beauty products, transport, or any other thing we could possibly need. Just legs, feet and rags."

"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?"

"Did you miss the part where we have feet and legs?"

"Oh, alright Hailie! We'll give it a go, but if Jeanne says no to the shoes -."