The True Tale of Cinderella

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The true story of Cinderella as told by me, Anastasia her doting sister.

Submitted: October 18, 2011

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The True Story of Cinderella

 

So you think you know all about my darling sister Ella do you?  My name is Anastasia, but you can all me Annie and boy oh boy do I have news for you; you do not know the whole story. If you did know the whole story you would know that perfect little Cinderella is NOT and I repeat NOT who she claims to be! It all started sixteen years ago. My twin sister Drezella, my mother and I were all on our way to meet mom’s new husband. Drezella and I were so excited because we heard that he had a five year old daughter who was just are age! Drezella and I couldn’t wait to get to our new house and meet our new sister. We imagined late night slumber parties, doing each other’s hair and giving ravishing makeovers. However, as soon as soon as our carriage pulled up I knew that my fantasy life was over completely. A handsome man stood next to the carriage and gently took the hand of my mother kissing it tenderly. Drezella and I started looking around for his daughter but all we could see was a muddy raggedy and unclean little servant child. “Girls” our new father said “I would like for you to meet your new sister Ella”. Suddenly I realized that the slovenly looking servant girl was in fact my new sister! “So much for makeovers and manicures” I shrugged. However, even though Ella was nothing like the lady my mother raised me to be I tried to become friends with her. “Never mind you” she huffed “I have my own friends, I don’t need anyone and you are NOT my sister!” The years continued on with Ella wanting absolutely nothing to do with Drezella or me. She was always busy playing with her nasty little mice friends or getting dirty outside. This is actually how her nickname came about. (Contrary to what you may believe it was her father, not I my sister or my mother who gave her this nick name!) He saw her one day as we were all sitting down for dinner. She was playing over by the fireplace with her little mouse friends and he scooped her up and carried to the table “oh my little Cinderella” he chuckled and that was it the nick name stuck! So now let’s fast forward a little to the good part of the story, the part you probably think you know the best. When Ella’ father died she became a complete and total rebel. She was always talking back to mother, stealing mine and my sister’s clothes or terrorizing our poor family cat Lucy, whom Ella called Lucifer.  On the day of the ball Ella had gotten herself into serious trouble. She had once again been chasing the cat around when she completely ruined the whole house. The dishes were all over the floor, the dust pan had been emptied everywhere (which I had just collected from sweeping the whole house) and Ella’s muddy footprints were strewn throughout the floor. Of course mother was furious and she told Ella that she had to clean the whole house or she wouldn’t be able to go the all. Drezella and I felt really bad for Ella. Yes, she was a terror but she was still our sister and it wouldn’t be fair if she didn’t get to go. So I devised a brilliant plan. I knew that Ella would never finish in time for the ball so I recruited Drezella and myself to help. I started mopping the kitchen and Drezella started picking up all of the broken dishes. When Ella saw what we were doing she just laughed “so you think you’re better than me huh? You think I don’t know how to clean? Get out of the kitchen I don’t even want to go to that dumb ball anyways.” Drezella and I left the kitchen feeling sad and defeated. But then it hit me, of course Ella doesn’t want to go to the ball, she doesn’t have any pretty dresses to wear. Immediately I got to work on m masterpiece. I took all of my ribbons, scrap fabrics and bows and worked hours on in creating a dress for Ella to wear to the ball. I proudly walked into the kitchen and showed Ella the lovely dress. She went crazy! I mean literally she was berserk. She snatched the dress out of my hands and starting pulling all of the lovely bows and ribbons. “That’s hideous, that’s gross, that’s disgusting” she chanted as she ripped apart the gown piece by piece. About this time mother came home from work and saw that Ella had finished cleaning the house but did not have anything suitable to wear. “Oh dear my darling” she said you’re just going have to borrow one of my old dresses from the closet but you better hurry we’re leaving soon.” Ella screamed at mother about how she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing such ugly outdated clothes and she also was to cool to even be seen with us. So the three of us left her at the house and went on our way to the palace. Meanwhile Ella cried and cried and her fairy god mother came along right? Wrong, Ella stole mother’s cash and went to buy herself a new dress at The Fairy God Mother Boutique. Then she spent even more of mother’s money dousing herself in makeup and managing that rat’s nest that she called hair. While Ella was out and about wasting mother’s money I was staring do eyed at that handsome prince. You see ever since I was a small girl I have always had a crush on that man. I even had an autographed picture of him on my wall which I would gaze at every night. To put it simply, I was smitten, head over heels in love with the prince. Just as he is reaching his hand out to me to dance little Ms. Ella struts in. Instantly, his eyes lock on her and he sweeps her away in a romantic waltz. The two of them become inseparable the night goes on.  I run to the bathroom to cry a few times but keep my composure for the most part. At one point n the night I swear to you that Ella winked at me with a smirk on her face! She knew how much I loved him, how could she do this to me? What happened next was not what you think. The clock didn’t strike midnight and Ella didn’t lose her glass shoe (which was actually a white stiletto heel) No, mother saw Ella and looked at her with a puzzled expression. She didn’t recognize the dress and was simply going to ask her where she found it. I guess Ella’s guilt kicked in because she darted out of that castle. She ran as fast as her skinny little legs could carry her all the way home. When the three of us arrived home mother saw that all of her money was missing. The woman was at her wits end with Ella so she locked her in her room as punishment for her thievery. Poor mother, she tried so hard with Ella but nothing was working so Ella remained “grounded until further notice.”  Early the next morning the prince’s royal servant was visiting all the towns searching for the “dream girl” from last night. It turns out that the prince had decided that she was the one he would marry.  I was extremely mortified and felt like my heart was breaking in two but once again I kept my composure.  The servant was searching for any woman who could produce the same blue gown in which Ella was wearing. Drezella produced her long yellow gown and I produced my own homemade pink frock but we both knew we were not what the prince wanted. She had fooled him into wanting her. The servant was just getting ready to leave when that little brat..uh I mean Ella cam prancing down the steps wearing the lovely blue gown. Here I am she cooed to the servant and he quickly loaded her up in the carriage to be married to the prince. Mother, Drezella and I waited patiently for an invitation to the wedding but it never came. Imagine our surprise when heard all the lies and stories that Little Miss Cinderella concocted about us. But of course now you know the truth, mother was a good hearted and loving woman and poor Drezella and I were stuck dealing with our wicked wicked step sister Cinderella.


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