My Book Of Short Stories

modern cinderella

MAY 16, 2016

Once upon a time in a land not to far from here, there was a not very rich man. However, he had a decent amount of money, more than anyone else in the town. One day, his wife laid sick. The man paid the best doctors and medics to help her, but none could. When she was on the edge of her life, she called for her only daughter, Cinderella - or as her friends, rather, friend because she only had one, called her Cindy. Her mother spoke thus, "Dear child, be kind hearted and God will take care of you. I'll always be watching you," her mother spoke quietly, giving Cindy a necklace than laid back as death consumed her, leaving Cindy crying and hugging her tightly, because women are weak, they're the first to die. Everyday the teen visited her mother's grave and sobbed. Soon she became friends with the birds, who would do as she asked. Cindy's father totally forgot about his dead wife and was quickly married again that spring.

The new wife may have been pretty on the outside, but she was extremely far from pretty on the inside. She was colder than a winter's night. She had brought two of her mean daughters to come live with them. Cindy had lost most of her expensive items, including her computer to her new step-sisters.

"Don't fret cindy, you won't need that because you're going to be our maid. Since you're young and healthy, it's a perfect job. Only young, pretty girls can be maids," Spoke her step-mother, passing her a maid outfit and wooden shoes.

Cindy had worked long days sometimes into nights and as much as she didn't like her stepmother, she still tried her hardest to keep a good heart, which was pretty hard with her stepmother around.

One morning cinderella got up, making her usual trip to the market. She bought a pack of Fiji water, eggs, and bread. Returning home, she cooked eggs and toast. When her step-sisters came downstairs she passed them each a plate of overdone eggs and burnt toast

"Can you do anything right?" Sneered Drizella.

"You burnt the toast!" shrieked Anastasia.

"I picked up Fiji water," Cindy smiled nervously, hopefully.

The sisters left their food and took their water up to there room

Cinderella cleaned the dishes and swept and mopped the floors, finishing her day's chores. She finally left the house and picked some flowers and made her way to her mother's grave.

"Oh, mother, I'm so sorry," she wept on her knees, "I wanted to make you happy. I want you to be proud off me, but just because i'm a young girl, I'm being forced to be a maid."

That evening when she had arrived home she had found her sisters fan-girling over a card. Snatching the card from Anastasia's hand,

she read:

Prince's Ball

Prince is looking for a wife

Beautiful women everywhere invited

7pm

"We're totally going!" Cheered Anastasia over Cindy's shoulder

"Well we are, you aren't," Drizella smirked at Cindy

"Actually, none of us are going because you two are not beautiful," Cindy retorted, "and why doesn't it say men are invited, too?"

"Because the ball is being held to find the prince a princess," awed Anastasia ignoring her first comment.

"So? It should still say men can come, too. This is kind of sexist in my eyes," she muttered.

Cindy had went and found her step-mother in the kitchen