Cinderella Alternate Ending

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Cinderella walked briskly through the streets. There were many villages like this one in her kingdom. She thought for a moment. It was not really her kingdom, but Charming’s kingdom. Cinderella felt powerless in her own castle, imprisoned by her new role in society as housewife of the king. Sometimes she could not tell which was worse, cooking and cleaning for her stepmother and stepsisters or playing “wife” at balls and meetings with other world leaders, being forced to smile politely at guests each night and remain silent during important meetings and even dinner conversations. In her heart, she knew she was better off at the castle, or at least she thought she was. Unaware of the many eyes staring at her, she traversed the sidewalks. …show more content…

Her last stretch of the journey home consisted of a short walk through the woods and across the bridge that led to the castle. This part of the original woods had been left untouched as a sort of barrier between the rich who lived in and near the castle and the poor who lived in the villages. Cinderella darted through the trees, aware of every tree root and burrow along the path. Approaching the edge of the woods, she spotted the guards at the front gates of the castle. A group of nobles was approaching the castle from another path in the woods. There were five men, each on a horse, and two of the horses shared a cart pulled behind them. The cart was filled with fruits, loaves of bread, and cheeses. The horses slowed from a trot to a walk. Cinderella snuck closer to them as they neared the edge of the trees, and just before they emerged, she hopped into the moving cart from behind a tree and slid underneath the …show more content…

She knew that she would have to plan her exit carefully. The nobles were heading for the castle stables, and she had to get out near the front entrance. She felt the cart turning left. Suddenly, she popped out of the cart and rolled onto the ground before the castle entrance. She had intended to be more graceful but her stumbling had brought the attention of the nobles to her. They looked back, mouths gaping open at the sight of their queen in her filthy, ripped dress, her face covered in dirt and her hair falling out of place from atop her head. The horses walked on, indifferent, the men too stunned to stop them. Cinderella bounded up the stairs and threw open the door. Once inside, she could see the tall, looming grandfather clock as the minute hand and the hour hand met at the 12. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. DONG. Cinderella hiked up her dress and walked up the marble

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