Amanda5c+Twisted+Faiy+Tale

I'm writing this from the cold, damp, dark cell of mine that's supposed to be my castle "bedroom". I'm the younger stepsister of Cinderella, and my name is Annastaysia. I know that you're thinking of closing the book right now, but please give me a chance to tell you how this is a huge misunderstanding from the beginning.
 * __The Dark Side of Cinderella__**

I remember seeing Cinderella for the first time. My mother remarried and our new Dad was really cool. So, of course, when we heard that we had a sister, we were so excited. We thought she would be cool just like us and be happy to join our happy family. But, when we lined up to give her a big welcoming hug the first night she arrived, she hid behind her Dad and whispered, "Daddy, why are they so ugly? I'm scared."

Well, that really hurt our feelings. Especially mine, because she was looking right at me when she whispered that. The next morning we all sat down for breakfast. We usually have cereal with sugar, but right away, Cinderella was screaming for her caviar. We were low on money then, but Mother got it anyway. Throughout breakfast, she scowled at us and didn't say anything.

Time passed and our Dad dies. We are all very sad. We were also very poor. So, everyone had to pitch in and clean. We had to get money so one by one, we sold all our dresses except for the best dress. This dress, I would wear everyday in the house or out. Cinderella however, didn't care much for dresses and sold every one of them for money. All she had left to wear was rags, and boy did she raise a fuss about that! That was when my mother decided that she had had enough and she grounded Cinderella. That is why you see pictures of Cinderella cleaning all the time. Also, they never took pictures of us cleaning because she was always demanding attention. Because of the complaining, Mom would usually let her get away with cleaning less.

The night of the ball, I was dressed in my only dress. Of course, I asked Cinderella for help politely. However, she wanted nothing to do with me. So, we all set off early to the ball and Cinderella yelled after us that she would follow.

She showed up an hour late. When she came through the front door, I couldn't help but gasp in shock. You know that dress she wore? She made that by cutting up all our curtains and blankets. She bought the shoes with the money that Mother and I had so carefully saved up for a new stove.

When we all got home, our Mother locked her in her room. We thought Mom was really decent, because most other moms would do worse. Cinderella lost her temper and broke everything in the room. At last, the room was in disarray. Which made it look like she was living in a cleaning closet. Which by the way, was SO not true. We gave her the best room in the house.

Anyway, the next day, early in the morning, before our mother was about to let Cinderella out, the King's servant stopped by to let us try on the glass slipper. Of course, we all forgot about Cinderella. However, the rat remembered and stole the key out of Mother's pocket and opened the door. Cinderella came dashing down the stairs and when the slipper fitted her, she had this big smirk on her face.

Off she went to the castle and married the prince.

You know how the castle looks so nice in the pictures? Well, it's not that great. Cinderella made the choice right after to go live in Lotte Castle in Jamsil with her new husband. Mother, sister, and I got the damp, dark, creepy castle. At night, mice and cockroaches with big spiders run all about. Plus, it gets cold here.

I'm not complaining too much, it's just that I don't want you to be fooled by Cinderella's story. Now that you heard the real story, I hope in the future, you won't judge a person by his or her appearance.