This is from a Writer’s Digest writing prompt a couple of years ago.
We all know the fairy tale, how Cinderella’s evil stepmother and her daughters were so mean to Cinderella and wouldn’t let her go to the ball, but here’s the story no one ever told.
The evil stepmother was actually try to break Cinderella’s bratty streak. You know, most children don’t like their step-parents and Cinderella was no exception. She had been her daddy’s favorite, his little girl. He doted on her and gave in to her every whim. (I”m not doing very weel at this free writing and not correcting mistakes, but I’m trying.) Anyway, Cinderella sort of thought she had a right to more than her step-sisters and she was certainly not going to obey this intrusive woman who married her fatehr. Now that her father was dead, she was the one should be in control of the house, even if she was only seventeen. She certainly had a right to a mind and will of he r own. but when her stepmother refused to let her go to the ball and took steps to insure she couldn’t sneak out she took matters into her own hands. The prince would be her ticket to freedom and she’d have everything she wanted again.
when the night of the ball came and everyne else was out she snuck out a window, having already (after the others had left) gotten dressed in the proper attire. She did her best with her hair, polished her nails, pt on her makeup and perfune. “Dressed to be best,” she said to hersefl.
But when she got to the ball she discovered a hole in her gown, probably eaten by moths. Her shoes were muddy from riding the horse through the creek and her hair had become disheveled. She tried to catch the prince’s attentin anyway but he was totally enamored of her blond haired sister, who was much too plulmp in Cinderella’s opinion. As the prince and her step sister danced she became very jealous, stomped her foot, marched up to them and demanded to be allowed to cut in.
the prince looked at her, apologized to the step sister and took Cinderella in his arms to finsih the dance. “I see you made a valiant effort to look ykour best,” he said, “but your temper and attitude may someday find you dead. You see people who demand their own way tend to make more enemies than friends, and the blackness of your heart destroys your best intends. So I suggest you leave at once, before you disgrace yourelf more. I’ll be happy to have one of the guards escort you to the door. It’s almost midnight now, you see. You’d best behave yourself, if happy you would be.”