Well, aren’t you a miserable sight? Poor little Ella, sitting by the fireplace, wallowing in your sorrows. Boo hoo. You’re so angsty. Your stepmother doesn’t understand you, your father is always busy putting food on the table, and your stepsisters don’t do much of anything really. How awful. And you have to do all the chores! Well, most of the chores. Some of them. You have to keep your room tidy, and do the dishes. How tragic. And, if you would believe it, last night your father came up with the idea of roasting marshmallows in the fireplace. And sure, your nice, perfect stepsisters tried to stay tidy and not get soot everywhere, but you stained the carpet, and burn marks are tricky to get out, so now you’re grounded and are so dirty with soot (from cleaning up your own mess, I might add), that your nickname today is Cinderella. So what if it’s a clever play on Daniela Cindy? It’s just not fair, is it? So now you’re stuck at home while and your stepmother and father head to a charity auction and your sisters go to the dance. Okay, so it’s not like you were planning to go, but you might have decided to! If you’d had a dress. You were just too busy to babysit like your sisters to buy one. That’s just terrible.
Oh, look! Your friend’s mum has shown up to give you a hand. Well, you did spend about an hour tying up the phone, complaining to your friend. Her mum was bound to ask why. Nice of her to come and help; she’s even brought a dress for you, and some really cool shoes… What?! You have to be home by midnight? …Okay, someone has to drive you home. Just smile and nod, you can probably stay a bit later; she won’t mind waiting…
So here you are at the dance. Cool. And the captain of the football team is giving you the eye. Whoops, maybe that’s because your neckline is lower than you thought. Leave it that way; look at all the attention you’re getting. Better yet, start dancing up a storm with him. You two look sooooo cute together. Ha! Look at your oldest stepsister; she can’t believe it! Maybe because he’s her date. Oh well. What about the other stepsister. Hah, her date can’t keep his eyes off you. Work it, girl! Toss your hair a little. But no, stay focused. With a little luck, the football captain will ask you to come to the prom with him! Time to set the atmosphere, good luck that a slow song just came on… Dance carefully, slowly, leading him a little ways away from the main party. Out into the cool night air. There you go. Keep dancing though, wait for a pause in the music. Now kiss him lightly. Okay, so you know nothing about him, and he knows nothing about you. Who cares? You’re both sooo hot tonight, it really doesn’t matter that you just met. Whoops, his hands are wandering a little. Leave them; he can do whatever he likes, think of the huge social boost if he asks you to the prom. Keep kissing for as long as he likes. Forget about the time; your friend’s mum can wait a little longer. Hmm, now he’s asking if you’d like to…
BEEP!
Aw, damn. A car horn. Mrs. Whatshername has found you. Crap. Better run before he gets a good look at her car, it’s totally uncool… Crap! You’ve lost your shoe. He’s picking it up. Give him a last kiss, and whisper for him to keep the shoe so he can see you again when he returns it, then bolt for the car…
Now here you are again at home, wallowing in your misery. See Ella wallow. Wallow, Ella, wallow! Life has been hell with the steps, your stepmother is furious at you for sneaking out, and your sisters won’t speak to you for getting off with Annie’s date. She really liked him too; but who cares about that? You might never see him again.
Oh, there goes the doorbell. Naturally, you’re the one sent to answer it. You have to do all the work around here. And there’s the captain of the football team, holding your shoe. He looks so hot. Luckily, you were prepared for this, and made sure to look really good today. He charmingly hands you your shoe (You kept the other one. Hopefully Mrs. Whatshername won’t remember to ask for it back.) Now, at last, he’s wondering if you’d like to go to the prom with him. Kiss him full on the lips as an answer, in full view of Annie. That’ll show her. Now turn, sliding your arm around his waist and moving your head just enough so you can smile gloatingly at your horrid family.
Good for you. You got the guy (maybe you can find out his name later) and acted like even more of a bitch than usual in the process. Now please lie down and die and save everyone else the trouble. I never liked your stupid story anyway.