My Side of the Story

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I bet that most of you have previously heard or read about the misinterpreted story called Cinderella. I do not blame my stepsister though; my mother and sister treated her terribly awful. Let me just say that she was sooo not the only victim. I also had to put up with my mother’s cruelty and Drizella’s stupid jealousy!

First….wait let me thank you for the precious time you are taking to read my droning on and on, because this is very important to me. I have been waiting to tell my side of the story for ages! Of course no one wanted to listen and now that I have the chance I am going to set things straight. From my point of view, that is. I hope my story will change my title as a wicked stepsister.

So this is how it began. I never had a father, but I thought my mother was enough. I could not stand my stuck-up sister Drizella either. You see, we were a very wealthy family. A decent castle, abundant livestock, prosperous fields of wheat, and not to mention the latest designer ball gowns! You think that would be enough luxury for a family of three, huh? Well, for my mother, no. Instead, she spent her time courting vulnerable young men. She has always wanted one for her own. Ugh! At least that is one thing she will never get! Ha! Anyway, we lived our usual lives: Mother chasing after men, Drizella sneaking into the night balls and taverns with laid off guards, and I studying calligraphy and philosophy late into the night with Merlin. Merlin, my husband-to-be, was one of the things I was lucky to get rid of when my mother got married. He was a wizard poser. Embarrassing!

When mother got married, everything changed. We moved into an ivy covered cottage. My stepfather was….old and ill-looking. It was strange, fo...

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... try every lady in the kingdom to see if the glass slipper fit, but I knew Cinderella was the only one with glass slippers. Did she forget one? The Duke proclaimed whoever’s foot fit the slipper would marry the Prince. I had to get Cinderella here! Mother pushed me towards the slipper. I started to protest, but gave in. It did not fit of course, because it belonged to Cinderella! The Duke headed towards the door when Cinderella came running down the stairs just in time. My evil mother tripped the Duke and made the slipper crash on the floor. As if by miracle, Cinderella produced the other one and it fit!

I guess you all know what happens after that. You know, “and they all lived happily ever after.” Maybe that will apply to me someday now that you know my, Anastasia’s, side of the story!

THE END 

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