The Untrue Story Of Cinderella
There are two fairly attractive stepsisters and they live with a ghastly girl called Cinderella whose father married a sweet and kind woman for his new wife, her name was Ella, The father died a few weeks after their marriage leaving his new family with Cinderella. She loved doing work so they Cinderella the job of keeping the house tidy.but after a while she became lazy and didn’t bother doing even the most simplest jobs.
‘Cinderella you haven’t done your jobs ‘yelled the exasperated stepmother as Cinderella dragged herself down the stairs. ‘You must learn to help each other on this family’ said her quiet sister Anastasia who had just sat down to read a book. ‘Would you be quiet’ screamed Cinderella rushing down the stairs and raising her hand ready to slap her stepsister. Stop it both of you the stepmother cried flopping down into the nearest arm chair. What’s going on mother’ asked Gruella walking into the living room and turning on the radio. ‘Turn that off now I’m trying to sleep’ shouted Ella. ‘Listen’ whispered Gruella. ‘That’s right’ the radio Man shouted in the loudest voice he could have managed. ‘The prince is looking for a bride and all the women in the country are invited to come. If you live outside the city boundary pay five dollars per person to get in starts at five thirty tonight. Gruella and Anastasia started running up the stairs to get ready for the royal ball. Cinderella skipped up the heavy wooden stairs and made her way into her stepsister’s bedroom. Cinderella grabbed her stepsister’s best clothes and pushed her way out of the room again. Gruella raced after her but Cinderella was too fast. She slammed the door shut and locked it with such a bang the whole house shook. Cinderella got ready as best she could in her bedroom. When she was ready she jumped out of her enormous solid window and made her way to the ball.
Meanwhile the sisters were crying and Ella was making new clothes for them. Oh, no Ella cried out I haven’t got enough material for both of you! Gruella and Anastasia started cursing Cinderella out loud. So loud in fact that Ella had to call out girls please. You will go to the ball someway. Just as the words finished touching her lips a soft tinkling noise filled the whole house. An old lady dressed most oddly appeared in the living room. She was wearing an old and battered traveling coat soaked with rain water, big glasses that filled up most of her face and a huge flowery hat with her hair pinned up at the back in a messy grey bun tied back with a hairpin. She smiled at them warmly and said suddenly, ‘come on lets get you ready for the royal ball’ and started taking measurements. In no time at all they were dressed in the most beautiful gowns and gorgeous slippers. ‘Thank you so much’ Ella said breathlessly. ‘Sorry if this sounds rude’ Anastasia asked the strange woman but… umm…who the heck are you? ‘Anastasia’ Ella whispered ‘shut up’. Why I’m you’re fairly odd mother. ‘Ohh they all exclaimed together ‘now we understand’ ‘Thank you so much and they rushed outside and hopped into their old cruddy car and drove off into the distance.
‘We’re here’ Gruella shrieked jumping out of the car with Anastasia close behind. They ran into the house and saw the Prince! He was hideous. He had pimples, big glasses, ginormus feet and, and … freckles! Worst of all he was dancing with Cinderella. The girls went straight home and lived their lives by themselves in their warm, cosy, cottage because Cinderella had married the prince so they all lived happily ever after.
