Cinderella Deja Vu

'When I was little, my Dad always used to tell me that I could too, one day, become a princess and live happily ever after, like Cinderella. Yeah Right!'
'I was there. That moment that Cinderella lost her glass slipper at the Prince's ball.'

Two very different girls with very different lives. One extraordinary tale.


1. 1. Portia

Whatever, I already know the story. My Dad used to read it to me when I was little. He promised that I would, one day, live happily ever after and be a princess like Cinderella. Yeah right!

After he died, I was placed in my awful Aunt Alison's house with my two horrible cousins- Mia and Sophia, who looked down on me and treated me like dirt. You get used to it, after a while. Aunt Alison spends hundreds on Mia and Sophia every month. They are all obsessed with fashion, and once, Mia passed out because her nail polish color wasn't 'this seasons' whatever that even means. I've never really taken and interest in fashion, and although I have made that quite clear, Aunt Alison uses it as an excuse to dress me in rags. She also makes me scrub the floors and clean the windows until they glimmer.

I used to believe that this was the rags part of my rags to riches life, and everything would turn out like it did for Cinderella. Now I'm not so sure. It all seemed to happen so quickly in Cinderella; it seemed that she was only a servant for about one week, although I have been cleaning for Alison for over a year.


"Portia!" I rolled my eyes when I heard Alison's voice. She had only made me scrub the kitchen floor ten minutes ago, and now I thought that she wanted me for some other chore. I stood up, leaving the bucket and wet mop on the floor, and walked over to Alison. As soon as she saw me, her eyes darkened. "Hurry up!" She snapped, causing me to run along the hallway towards her.

"Yes, Aunt?" I asked, my voice sweet as sugar, and a fake smile plastered on my face. She looked angry, and it was obvious that she was in a bad mood.

"Go get the mail!" She exclaimed, so I ran over to the front door, quick as a wink. I took the post out of the letterbox, when suddenly, Sophia bobbed up in front of me. She snatched the mail out of my hands and started looking at all the letters.

"Bills, more bills, offer for meatloaf- ugh!, Ooh!" Her sudden exclamation made me jump and I walked after her, trying to look at what had made her so happy.

"Let me see!" I whined, trying to snatch at the letter.

"Just stop it!" Sophia yelled. "You're doing my head in! You're just like an annoying little sister, except you're too ugly and weaselly to be my little sister!" I stopped jumping around.

"Please don't tell Aunt Alison" I begged. Sophia smirked.

"Maybe" I looked at her in dispear.

"No, please!" I begged. If she told Alison, I would get a slap. I rubbed my arm from where she slapped me last. There was still a bruise.

"Scurry along and finish your chores then." Boy, did she love to boss me around. "Mum!" She yelled waving a gold letter. "Take a look at this!"

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