Cinders Part One

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Cinders loved to dance around the house she ‘d pirouette and prance. Her life was one big game until one day into her life darkness came.

Her mama she took ill and though Cinders prayed each night for her mama to live, it was not God’s will. Her Daddy took it bad he locked himself away with a bottle for a friend, this made Cinders sad. Cinders loved her Dad on that he could depend.

Nothing lasts forever and Cinders Dad got better then he met a new wife and it was all change in Cinders life. The new wife had two daughters who treated Cinders no better than they ought ta!

With Dad away and new wife in charge Cinders tried to please her but nothing she did was right and her new sisters always there to tease her. Still she liked to dance to pirouette and prance.

Before Cinders grew much older her Dad died and her life got colder. The stepmother had never liked her and said, her dancing was wasting time,she had no right to put on airs.Poor Cinders she loved to dance by now someone had drawn a new line.

Soon Cinders was on the outside looking in, her new mother and sisters did not treat her as kin. So Cinders went to school with her step sisters , because to be seen at school was the rule. But when the school bell rung ,unlike her step sisters, Cinders work had just begun.

Make the beds, hoover the lounge , cook the dinner don’t pick you are such a scrounge. Poor Cinders had to work and work she got shouted at and slapped about if they decided she had shirked. After the bathrooms she made the beds it was too depressing so she hide inside her head.

With her ipod in ears the music help masked fears and tears. She never wanted the others to see how her dancing and her music set her free. When the work was done she could have her dinner, then her books were checked to see that her homework was done.

In her tiny room up in the eaves, she was happy alone with sound of the rustling leaves. This was the only place she could call her own, her stepsisters now used her old room and the one that was her mom’s. Sometimes she remembered when all of this house had been her home she had been a happy dancer then as through the gardens she had roamed.

That was then and this is now her step sisters were bitches and her step mum a cow! After she had made breakfast and done the dishes they all set off for school her sisters wore top fashion but Cinders always look better, to be like her was the two other girls secret wishes.

The buzz went round the school it was time for the leavers ball. The girls all got gowns, the boys dress suits , Cinders friends asked “What you wearing Cinders you’ll look OH! so cute” Making the best of the worst Cinders shrugged and said her sisters came first. Hey that’s not fair they cried, Cinders smiled ” that’s okay guys I don’t care !”

But Cinders did, she really did but she kept her feelings well and truly hid! So the weeks went by Cinders worked and worked and sometimes cried why had life dealt her this deal but she washed those floors and went to school not letting on how she truly felt! Her stepmother was having fun discussing dresses and spray tans no mention made of Cinders, for her there were no plans.

Cinders had just washed the hall floor when the three of them whisked past her,  she called out that they looked pretty as they slammed shut the limmo door!

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Yes they did look very pretty but it was only skin deep  as to lack of heart and soul within spite would not let them those  good looks keep!

On her own again with everybody out Cinders Cinders grabbed her chance she dashed into the living room put on some music and round and round she danced! She danced and she pranced !

Then as she was dancing she thought she heard a noise. If she was right the coffee machine had someone got in she hoped it was not boys! She crept into the hallway heading for the kitchen door. When she looked in she could not believe her eyes drinking a cup of coffee was a lady she had never seen before! Hello Cinders I am here to bring you a big surprise!!

“Here dear have a coffee, sit down lets have a chat, I see you are not at the ball and we can not allow that!” Cinders was completely stunned she did not know what to say , but this lady had something lovely about her, in a familiar in a sort of way.

” Now listen girl tell me just what you’d like to wear short or long I’ll sort it now and then we’ll get you there!” Cinders didn’t need to think as soon as she was over the initial shock she told the kindly lady who smiled and said “yes we have that in stock. ” She pointed to the breakfast bar Cinders could not believe her eyes there was her lovely dream dress and shoes and all were in her size!

“One more thing ” asked Cinders “could I please have red hair.” With a smile the lady did comply immediately she gave Cinders what she wanted without even asking why.

“So look in the mirror and tell me what you see”. The lady said, “I can’t believe its true” screamed Cinders “is that really me? ” It is, it was and didn’t she look cool when she arrived she would turn every head in the school!




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