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Cinderbella

Preface

The warm candle was all the light that I had in the cold, dark attic that I called a room. The sheets lay sprawled over the dirty old hay that was to be my mattress. I sat on the hard, cold wooden ground that creaked and groaned with every move that I made. My knees were pressed up against my chest, and I had my arms wrapped securely around my legs, it was the only sense of warmth that I got at night.

My stepmother and stepsisters were downstairs, snoring soundly and sleeping in big, nice comfortable beds. They had the high-life and I all I got was a pair of rags and apron and I got put up in the attic. To my step family I am nothing more than a servant, no matter how rich my father had been.

A few small tears traveled down my cheek and onto the old wooden floor. I never really thought of my father, but on this occasion I did. My father died in a huge fire that burned down our entire manor in England. My mother had died giving birth to me, as all women usually do. But when my father died I felt like that I was finally all alone in the world, and the worst part is that when my father died he didn't leave a will. So after my mother died, around when I was six my dad decided to give me a new mother. Her name was Renee Diane Stanley; she never took on the name Swan because she said it made her sound like a duck.

Renee had two daughters; they were twins. How she survived child birth of two? We have no idea, but she did, and for some unknown reason I really wish she hadn't. Her eldest daughter; Lauren Renee Stanley, is cruel and mean, just like her mother! She treats me like a maid, not as her sister, she didn't want to take upon the name Swan either, mostly because it had something to do with me.

Her other daughter is Jessica Renee Stanley, she is just like her twin, but she's as dumb as a rock, probably even dumber. Renee insisted on both of her girls having her name as both of their middle names so that they will remember her, but honestly I don't anyone is going to forget her.

I looked out the hole that was a make-shift window and saw that dawn was quickly approaching. I sighed and climbed into the hay bed. I would have to get up and feed the animals in a couple hours, then I would have to make breakfast for the mistresses, and then I would have to clean. It was a daily thing that I was used to, my dad has been dead for over a year, but no matter how much time passes it seems that I will always be a prisoner here.

Oh how I wish that my prince charming would just hurry up already!

So the time period is around the 1635-1690's, I haven't done that much research on the matter. I know that there is a lot of stories like this, but please give it a chance!

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