Growing up, I had fallen in love with the whole concept of Cinderella. I begged my Mum to read it too me every night. There was something about it that I just couldn’t get enough of. Every time she read it I imagined me as Cinderella. Arriving at the Princes ball in a pumpkin carriage, my glass slippers fit my feet perfectly, silently waiting for that right moment to slip off my foot. Awaiting destiny to come find me.
The most important people are dancing effortlessly, magnificent gowns flowed with the music. The men looking handsome in their black and white tuxedos, dipping their dance partners than sending them away and receiving another partner. It was truly a sight to be seen.
From across the room, I spot my Prince Charming, closing in on me, holding his hand out for me to take. My heart in my throat at the touch of his soft hands. He sends me spiralling across the floor and catches me in a dip. It’s fantastic. We dance and laugh, I could feel the magic around me, it wasn’t the fairy god mother, it was him. My two step sisters spot me from the other side of the room, angrily staring at the blue gown fairy god mother wished upon me. I was truly grateful for her kindness.
“When can I see you again?” my prince asks.
As I open my mouth to reply the grand farther clock over rules my voice. It’s twelve a.m. my dress is starting to turn into the shredded cloth it once was. I run as fast as I can up the spiralling stair case, ignoring Prince Charming and the glass slipper that has so willingly slipped off my foot.
I fall to my knees behind a bush, no one will see me, my hair is now the tangled mop it was, instead of the beautiful soft, silky bun. The ripped and worn cloth that is my clothing has now taken all beautiful thing away from the ball gown. I watched as the last glass slipper vanishes into thin air. My dirty feet are bare and cold.
“Fairy god mother! Fairy god mother! Please!” I cried hoping for one last wish.
Appearing in front of me she helps me to my feet.
“Oh, dear child, you look dreadful.” She has a tender smile that I remember seeing on my own mother.
“I can no longer help you, dear, everything will fall into place.”
With a wave on her want I find myself back in my home. Out of habit, I pick up the scrubbing brush that lye dormant on the floor and start to scrub.
Who would have guessed that my favourite fairy tale would become my life? Mum had died when I was eight, dad was so lonely that I didn’t care when he married the evil witch Natalie, I liked the idea of having two new step sisters. But then I realised that they were as bad and ugly as the step sisters in Cinderella. Dad had died not even six months after the wedding, I think that she has something to do with it, she wants my fortune. The only difference is that my Prince Charming didn’t come when step mother had taken over, he was their way before she was. It wasn’t until graduation that he realised he wanted more. I wanted more.
And so, my imperfect life became my fairy tale.
The most important people are dancing effortlessly, magnificent gowns flowed with the music. The men looking handsome in their black and white tuxedos, dipping their dance partners than sending them away and receiving another partner. It was truly a sight to be seen.
From across the room, I spot my Prince Charming, closing in on me, holding his hand out for me to take. My heart in my throat at the touch of his soft hands. He sends me spiralling across the floor and catches me in a dip. It’s fantastic. We dance and laugh, I could feel the magic around me, it wasn’t the fairy god mother, it was him. My two step sisters spot me from the other side of the room, angrily staring at the blue gown fairy god mother wished upon me. I was truly grateful for her kindness.
“When can I see you again?” my prince asks.
As I open my mouth to reply the grand farther clock over rules my voice. It’s twelve a.m. my dress is starting to turn into the shredded cloth it once was. I run as fast as I can up the spiralling stair case, ignoring Prince Charming and the glass slipper that has so willingly slipped off my foot.
I fall to my knees behind a bush, no one will see me, my hair is now the tangled mop it was, instead of the beautiful soft, silky bun. The ripped and worn cloth that is my clothing has now taken all beautiful thing away from the ball gown. I watched as the last glass slipper vanishes into thin air. My dirty feet are bare and cold.
“Fairy god mother! Fairy god mother! Please!” I cried hoping for one last wish.
Appearing in front of me she helps me to my feet.
“Oh, dear child, you look dreadful.” She has a tender smile that I remember seeing on my own mother.
“I can no longer help you, dear, everything will fall into place.”
With a wave on her want I find myself back in my home. Out of habit, I pick up the scrubbing brush that lye dormant on the floor and start to scrub.
Who would have guessed that my favourite fairy tale would become my life? Mum had died when I was eight, dad was so lonely that I didn’t care when he married the evil witch Natalie, I liked the idea of having two new step sisters. But then I realised that they were as bad and ugly as the step sisters in Cinderella. Dad had died not even six months after the wedding, I think that she has something to do with it, she wants my fortune. The only difference is that my Prince Charming didn’t come when step mother had taken over, he was their way before she was. It wasn’t until graduation that he realised he wanted more. I wanted more.
And so, my imperfect life became my fairy tale.
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