Cinderella 2.0 Christopher, Ryan, & Ella

The Story of Cinderella
Told from the stepsisters’ point of view
H ello,I'm one of the stepsisters and I am here to tell my and my sister’s
true story. Just so you know I’m the oldest sister.
Let me start from the beginning. It was a beautiful day and we were
moving to a new house that belonged to a rich man (who is now our stepfather).
When we got to the house, a beautiful girl came out and said we were welcome
in. We politely went to the huge table to have dinner. The beautiful girl was
serving us, we later learned she was the daughter of a rich man.
After dinner, the girl asked, “Dessert, anyone?” We all had dessert, and
then the rich man asked, “Where’s Cinderella?” Then we saw her coming to the
table. We noticed something strange about her. She wasn’t wearing her dress.
She was wearing an old grey bedgown, which was unusual. After that, morning
till night, she would carry water, light fires, cook, and wash our clothes.
One day, I tripped on a bowl and the beans and lentils went into the ashes
of the fire. I tried to put them all back, but really only put about half back in.
Every day after that, for some reason, I would always trip on a bowl, even
though I was trying NOT to.
A few weeks later, news came that there was going to be a ball that would
last three days. The ball was planned so that the prince could choose a wife. All
the beautiful maidens were invited to the ball. Cinderella offered to comb our
hair, brush our shoes, and fasten our buckles for us on the days of the ball.
When I went into my bedroom, I saw a big box of something on my bed.
When I opened the box, I saw a bunch of ball gowns. I went to my sister's room,
and saw her look at a big box of ball gowns.
“ You got a box of gowns too?” I asked her.
“ Yes I did. Did you?” she asked me. “ Yes I did.”
Then we heard a shriek. “AAAAAAAH !” It was Mother. We quickly
ran to our mother. She was in our step-sister’s room. “CINDERELLA !
WHAT ARE YOU WEARING !?!?’’ she screamed.
“A bedgown. Why do you ask?” said Cinderella. “ Y-yo-you're wearing
an ugly dirty th-thi-thing that is g-gr-grey!” replied Mother. Then she looked
at Cinderella’s closet.
“WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES, CINDERELLA ?!?!”
“I gave them away,” Cinderella said, “to them.” She pointed at us. “I don’t
want them.”
“Well then you cannot go to the ball, for you have no more proper
clothes,” Mother said. Then, she stomped away.
Tomorrow, the ball will take place at the palace. We were all excited for
the ball. Except Cinderella, who had no gown to wear to the ball.
The next day, I woke up, got out of bed, put on my makeup, and then
immediately went to try on one of my new ball gowns. I had kept them all in the
box, neatly folded. I tried on the gown on the top, a yellow one, perfectly sized
for me. Right when I was about to try on another gown, Mother yelled, ”We
need to go now!” Quickly, I ran downstairs, to the front door.
When we arrived at the ball, we saw many maidens there. I guess we were
late, because a few minutes later, all the guests got called to the royal dining
room.
When we sat down, the doors burst open. A beautiful girl, who reminded
me of Cinderella a little bit, stood in the doorway.
“Ah! Welcome!” the prince said. As he greeted her, I noticed that she
looked tired, as if instead of taking a carriage, she had walked. She sat down
between the prince and somebody else, who we did not know.
“Perhaps you are hungry. Please, try some steak.” said the prince.
Obviously, he was trying to impress her.
I guess we weren’t late, because after the feast, the prince said, “And now,
we dance!” I danced with the man who sat next to the beautiful girl. His name, I
learned, was Bob XXI, and ruled over a far away piece of land. My sister
danced with someone named Alfonso III, and Mother danced with someone
named Albert XXXVI. The girl danced with the prince, and when somebody
tried to dance with the girl, the prince would say, “This is my partner.”
When evening came she wished to leave. The same things happened the next day.
On the third day of the ball, it was finally time for the prince to choose his
wife. We were all excited. We already knew that the prince was going to choose
that strange princess. After the feast, the prince bent down on one knee and
asked, “ My princess, will you marry me?” The princess looked surprised, and
to my surprise, she whispered, “ No.” And ran out of the palace. “Wait!” The
prince shouted, and ran after her.
I wish I could tell you what happened after, but I wasn’t there. Mother,
my sister, and I went home. Cinderella was waiting for us when we got home,
but she looked tired. We didn’t say anything though, because we immediately got
ready for bed.
A week later, I heard a trumpet at noon. At first, I thought I thought a
band was outside but then I looked out my window, and saw that the prince was
here at the house.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Come in!” Mother shouted.
The doors blasted open. “The prince of this land said two days ago that
every person in the kingdom…” (The person went on forever). “...Anyways,
everybody is required to try on this slipper!” H e said, holding a gold slipper. We
all tried on the slipper, but it was too big. The only one left to try on the slipper
was Cinderella. “Perhaps she tries,”said the person, “for she has to.” Mother
nodded, and Cinderella tried it on. She tried it on, and it fit! “Please, come with
me,” H e said, and Cinderella went into the carriage with him. We all just stood
there, speechless, and that is basically all that happened. Thank you for reading.

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The Story of Cinderella

Told from the stepsisters’ point of view

H ello,I'm one of the stepsisters and I am here to tell my and my sister’s

true story. Just so you know I’m the oldest sister.

though I was trying NOT to.

When I went into my bedroom, I saw a big box of something on my bed.

and saw her look at a big box of ball gowns.

“ You got a box of gowns too?” I asked her.

“ Yes I did. Did you?” she asked me. “ Yes I did.”

Then we heard a shriek. “AAAAAAAH !” It was Mother. We quickly

ran to our mother. She was in our step-sister’s room. “CINDERELLA !

WHAT ARE YOU WEARING !?!?’’ she screamed.

“A bedgown. Why do you ask?” said Cinderella. “ Y-yo-you're wearing

“WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES, CINDERELLA ?!?!”

clothes,” Mother said. Then, she stomped away.

need to go now!” Quickly, I ran downstairs, to the front door.

me of Cinderella a little bit, stood in the doorway.

Obviously, he was trying to impress her.

prince shouted, and ran after her.

ready for bed.

A week later, I heard a trumpet at noon. At first, I thought I thought a

here at the house.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Come in!” Mother shouted.

every person in the kingdom…” (The person went on forever). “...Anyways,

everybody is required to try on this slipper!” H e said, holding a gold slipper. We

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