What if all our favorite fairy tales were the same story? "Mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?" She asked the old hanging glass mirror. "Even with that dirt and grime, Cinderella is fairer than fine!" The seemingly ordinary mirror exclaimed. With a roar of anger step mother spun around to glare at me. "See dear this is why you can't go to the ball, you'll only get in your sisters way!" And with a wicked smile she pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Before I knew it she had attached them to my arm and locked me to some random pipe running from the attic down into the house.