The Modern Cinderella

The Modern Cinderella

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 27, 2014
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Fantasy
Hey, my name is Kadria, I'm eleven years old and I live with my Grandma Rebecca in Seattle Washington. My mum and dad died in a fire when I could barely crawl, so my mean Grandma Rebecca took me in as a maid. (Yes a maid) My room is a small four foot by six feet and other than a bed I have a small boxful of stuff that is placed on a shelf (all of my stuff, about five outfits, two books, and some family heirlooms.) My grandma allows one pair of sheets per month and I don't go to school. I get fed three times a day like a dog, and never get enough sleep as Rebecca nags me to clean late and wake early. That's pretty much my life...boring right? Yea? Then why are you reading this book? Yes, what was that? Like Cinderella? Yes! Like Cinderella! Exactly! Except without the Prince Charming.
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