Kristina+Mood

Many of you useless souls have heard of the, loveable, sweat girl, who was friends with some dirty rats! Yeah that’s right //CINDERELLA.// That two faced liar! She goes around and tells everyone that she is the new princess all because she has small feet. (we dont even own i cat mother is alergic! but is that what she says NO.) Well maybe I have large feet how does it even matter! There were plenty of other girls there with size 4 glass slippers. We just happened to be the first house they hit. Her story is a bunch of * this is my story, the //TRUE// story.

I’m Drizella, the good sister of Cinderella I have never made fun of that girl she was my sister and I respected her… how does she pay me back, she kick that glass shoe right in my Dari air. L Glass slippers hurt for your information! It all started like this…

Chapter one: a lock, a letter, and a load.

It was a normal Tuesday night, mother went out dancing, and Anastasia was at the movies with Brad. I was doing the laundry and Ella was reading another fashion magazine when the door bell rang. Ella looked up from her magazine gave me a dirty snarl and scolded “what are you waiting for that might be someone important” Ella would stop at nothing to get me in trouble so I simply walked away. Approaching the door I was anxious to see who was at the door. As I reach for the silver handle there were voices. I stopped… placing my ear up against the door without taking a single breath I listened. ‘I, I, I, I, guess no no no no no ones here s s s s sir” a man in a high voice stuttered. “Well than leave it in the mail box you nim wit!” another man’s voice (in a lot deeper dynamic than the other) scolded and than a huge crash ran through the house. I looked back. Scared at what I might see or what the men outside heard I felt my heart beat out of my chest. I look through the key hole to see the two men leave on horse back. When out of side I got the mail. To my surprise it was a formal letter addressed to the head of the house. I thought to my curious self… //technically right now, I AM the head of the house so…”t//he thought came to an end as a turn around to see Ella there like a lost puppy. “What was that all about, I have been like sitting there for an hour.” Ella whined. She saw the letter her eyes widened like she saw a pool full of purple diamonds. Here did you get that… let me see LET ME SEE!” Ella demanded. I ran upstairs into my room with the letter in hand. I shut the door tight and ran my fingers across the letter. I open it up. Inside was a note. In Ella’s hand writing. I read it out loud “tricked ya ha ha I have the letter. I crumple the note and threw it in the recycling bin. I grasp the golden door handle and thrust. It was locked. I shuffle the door knob incase it was sticky. Nothing! Ella had locked me in! I took a deep breath and walked over to my desk and opened a locked drawer, and pulled out my hand made Ella voodoo doll and jabbed it with a needle. Knowing that nothing was going to happen I sighed//. NOW I WILL NEVER GET TO RED THAT NOTE!// I screamed at myself in my head. I was locked in… all night. And what also made it worse was that I didn’t even figure out what made that huge crash!

end of chapter one.... hope you enjoyed i will be posting more in the creative writing section! YAY!

Chapter 2: The crash, the clock, and the clothes.

Night grew upon the house as I sat there alone; I wiggled the knob every 5 minutes hoping for some kind of miracle that would open he door. Of course in Ella’s story she got a //fairy god mother// and I get locked in my room. Then it happed…AGAIN the crash, it was repetitive now. At first a thought it was just my imagination (it was getting late) but than I heard it again! Once more, and ONCE MORE! I sat down, and thrived myself to think of what could be making that crash. THEN IT HIT ME! The laundry! I looked around my room hoping and praying for that one spark.

A cold air filled the room and the shutters burst open… an absurd thought came into my mind. A fairy godmother. But there she stood before my very eyes. My heart pounded out of my stressed out chest as she leaned closer and whispered smiling “Have you seen a Mary near by?” At that moment of a sudden my heart sank like a car at the bottom of the bay. My face was scowling and I didn’t even know it. I pointed to the window and smirked “down the street and take a right at the light than third house on your left.” She thanked me and was gone like that… “Well thanks anyways, besides you’re dressed like a dork!!” I screamed out in anger after she left.

All of a sudden another crazy thought filled my head, to jump… out of a window, on the second floor. It was crazy but it was the only way. So I got to work. I pulled out my sewing machine and sewed a rope in less than 3 minutes! I was crazed, so I looked at the clock IT WAS ALMOST 12! Mother and Anastasia would be home any minute. I threw the rope out the window and jumped. IT WAS FREEZING OUTSIDE! (But a guess that what you get when you forget your jacket) as I walked into the front door you wouldn’t guess what I found, (yes, Ella asleep on the couch) but a huge soapy mess and soggy clothes THE WASHING MACHEINE HAS BURST! I ONLY HAVE 5 MINUTES UNTILL SOMEONE FOUND OUT WHAT TO DO!

Chapter 3: the burst, the blame, and the ball.

I ran into the kitchen, and grabbed the first miniscule thing I could find that would clean up this mess. My helpful tool… was a shum-woah. Not the biggest of towels l and not the strongest but mother would be home any minute! I sat there with my tan bucket, wiping, squirting the water from the towel in to the bucket. It was the most pressured time of my life. Finally the floor was dry. (It was no help that Ella was no help in this project. From what I heard it was her fault in the first place, it was her hip that “accidentally” turned the washer on to extra power). Just as I covered the washer with another towel and hauled the clothes into the dryer mother walked through the door. The loud slam of the door had awakened sleeping “//NOT”// beauty. Ella was dazed and her hair was a mess, as she walked into the //kitchen// she must f stumbled over the carpet and landed in the fire place (It’s to bad it wasn’t on) K she was covered in ashes “cinder if you will” so as Anastasia walked through the door she screamed as she laughed “HEY EVERYBODY IT’S //CINDER-//ELLA!!” she literately rofl-ed. She was hugging her sides and laughing on the ground! I felt tempted to laugh so I did at that very moment mother has screamed for Ella, displeased or happy I could not tell, but mother was rarely happy so I laughed harder as I thought //little-miss-perfect finally gets what she deserves!// I walked in to see mother hugging Ella and saying “wow this floor has never been so clean!” then this is what really got me steamed Ella goes and says “well you know how much I love and appreciate you, Drizella should be taking notes from me.” They both laughed and hugged once more. //She has some nerve to take the credit for my cleaning and locking me in my room.// Then it hit me, the thought that had been bugging me all night… the letter and the duke what was it about? So I made a plan to get that letter one way or another. I knew what was in there, but was I afraid to look and take my chances? The ball invitation was definitely in that envelope.

Chapter 4: the snores, the stakeout and the steeling. As night was in mid-swing the house was dead, nothing stirring, the only sound came from Ella’s freakishly loud nostrils SBNORING THE NIGHT AWAY LIKE IT WAS NOTING. Getting back on topic, the letter was underneath Ella’s arm replacing her beloved stuffed mouse (it’s not my fault he “accidentally” caught on fire while I was baking brownies) Then she moved… my heart started bounding ass sweat dripped off my forehead and landed 3 inches away from Ella’s face. She sniggled back up without even thinking nor opening her eyes. (I guess we all do that from time to time) so dressed in my green night gown I reach for the letter. My lime green painted finger nails covered with a top of green glow in the dark nail polish was not the best choice to paint my nails with. (If you haven’t figured it out yet 1. it means you’re slow and 2. my favorite color is green) anyways, my hand slipped the letter out as I placed the fake note Ella had gave me, in its place. I was a true genus! //Dizell you have don’t it again// I proudly berated to myself as I walked back up the stairs Suddenly I had a really bad feeling arousing from my stomach as if someone was watching me. Mortified and scared I turn around. There stood my hideous sister Anastasia (that as the only true part in Ella’s story Anastasia was indeed U-G-L-Y!) she was silent, her faced covered in green avocado goop that is supposedly opens your pores for a deep clean! I was stunned so I cried out without thinking… you do know that stuff is bad for your face right I wanted to eat thioes words right back after I said them

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