Cinderella-Personal Narrative

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Creative Title Once upon a time, my mother married a rich man for money. When we arrived at his estate, I knew that these years would be the worst ones of my life. My sister, Drizella, and I looked very plain next to his daughter, Ella, who was a beauty. Ella took a fancy to making snide comments about our looks, and so, in return, we would make remarks about hers. Tragedy struck us only a few years later. My stepfather, whom I adored, passed away very suddenly. Mother took over the household and favored Drizella and me above Ella. Ella began doing more chores, like tending to the fire, and we began doing less. Because of the ever-present ashes on her face, we began to call her Cinderella. Soon, it became known all over the villages and countryside …show more content…

I have, um, stuff to do.” My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and I could still feel his eyes on me as I walked away. I had only been walking a few moments when I heard the trotting of a horse. “Wait,” called the prince. “Can I offer you a ride home?” I think I almost fainted. “That’s very kind of you,” I whispered, “but you don’t have to do that.” “No, really,” the prince responded, “It would be my honor.” Our ride was quite enjoyable. The prince was surprisingly curious about me and asked many questions about my life. He was easy to talk to, and I was disappointed when we arrived at my house. “Goodbye,” I said. “And, um, thank you for the ride.” He smiled, and I almost fainted for the second time. “Anytime.” I waved to him as he rode away, then I flew through the house and up to my room. I shut the door, leaned against it and smiled. I was determined to be his bride. The night of the ball arrived, and Drizella and I spent the whole afternoon preparing, wanting to look our best. I was wearing a wonderful dress of deep blue. It took me fifteen minutes alone to get into my corset, but it was worth it. Just as we were getting into our carriage, Cinderella showed up in a hideous dress of her mother’s, but Mother said she couldn’t go in such embarrassing

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