Saturday, March 27, 2010

Cinderella's Fairy Godmother

Thanks for following, Shruti and Milly-Mischief (sorry, I couldn't find a link to your blog)! New followers always shock and delight me :D

I'm not supposed to be be back FULL-KENDRA-FORCE until Easter, but I feel pretty good today and decided to post. (It's warm and sunny again. I'm definitely seeing a pattern.)

Judging by the poll over there, y'all would like to hear more about my life. I can do that. Here's what's been happening with me lately:









Yeah. Now you know why I haven't been posting much.

No, I could probably turn some specific instances in my life into real posts. That might actually be good. I'll do that. That is, I will after Easter when I feel like putting legit energy into this blog XD

But then, according to the omniscient poll , you're also interesting in my writing. Hmm >:D

I think I've posted this before, but it's a short story I wrote for school last year called "Cinderella's Fairy Godmother".

“Oh no!” cried Cinderella, her bright blue eyes widening. She watched as her cruel Stepmother shut the door, locking Cinderella in her attic bedroom. Cinderella ran over to the heavy wooden door and yanked on the handle. “Please! Let me out! Let me out! The grand duke will be here any minute with the glass slipper! Oh, you’ve got to let me out! Please!”

Of course, the Wicked Stepmother paid no attention to Cinderella. She slipped the key into her pocket and smirked in evil satisfaction as she walked down the winding stairs to the main part of the house. It was only a matter of time now before one of her real daughters would be a princess. Cinderella’s little glass slipper had to fit one of them. Deanna and Caroleena’s feet couldn’t be that much bigger.

“Girls!” she shouted when she got to the parlor. “Hurry up! The duke will be here soon!” The Stepmother sank tiredly into a chair. Being a selfish control-freak was exhausting.

Caroleena and Deanna charged into the room.

“Here we are, Mother!” Deanna announced in her bossy, nasally voice. “Is the duke here yet? Where is he?” Stepmother rolled her eyes.

“He isn’t here yet,” she snapped. “But we must be ready when he comes. We must conduct ourselves as true ladies. Remember, the poor duke has been traveling around the kingdom all night looking for the maiden whose foot will fit into the glass slipper. We must act with grace and poise.” Deanna nodded. Caroleena looked baffled.

“We’re gonna poison the duke?” she gasped.

“Poise, not poison, you idiot!” Deanna sneered. Caroleena blinked.

“Oh,” she said. “I get it.” It was obvious that she didn’t. Stepmother sighed.

Now, Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother was watching stealthily and listening carefully from outside the window. She smiled to herself. She knew just what she was going to do. Then she sighed and shook her head. Being a Fairy Godmother was a tough business. Always helping others, never doing what you wanted, being selfless all the time. Where was the fun in that?? The Fairy Godmother shook her head harder to rid herself of such thoughts. No. She knew what she would do. She trotted off to get ready.
Bang, bang, bang! Came a knock on the door. The Wicked Stepmother leapt up from her chair.

“That’s the duke,” she said. Caroleena and Deanna stood up as well. “Be ready, my daughters. Remember what we talked about. Grace and poise.” She glided over to the door and opened it, revealing the duke and his large, walrus-like mustache.

“By order of the king, I am to try on this glass sl—”

“Oh, yes, yes, the slipper,” interrupted the Stepmother, stepping aside to let the duke pass. “Do come in.” The duke pulled at his mustache.

“Yes, of course,” he said, coming inside. He looked over his shoulder. “Come along, Ichabod.” A short, fat, bald man waddled after the duke, carrying the slipper on a purple pillow.

“Do sit down.” The stepmother motioned to some chairs. “These are my daughters: Caroleena and Deanna.”

“Hi,” Caroleena giggled.

“Good morning, your grace,” greeted Deanna. They both curtsied. Caroleena lost her balance and crashed into the tea table. The stepmother pursed her lips.

“So, your grace,” she said to the duke, stressing the word “grace” and giving Caroleena The Look. “How would you like to do this?” The duke blinked.

“Oh, well, yes, um, are these your only daughters and the only maidens of this residence?” he asked, clearing his throat. The stepmother pasted a smile on her face.

“Yes,” she answered. “This is it.” The duke gave a quick nod.

“Alright, then,” he said. “I’ll just try the slipper on them one at a time.” The stepmother nodded. The duke looked at the stepsisters. “Will one of you please come forward?” They both rushed at him as if they’d backed into a spear. The duke was so startled he fell back into the chair behind him.
“Poise,” hissed the stepmother through gritted teeth. Deanna regained her composure and folded her hands neatly. Caroleena just giggled and blinked. The duke recovered and motioned for Ichabod to hand him the slipper. He did. Caroleena kicked her shoe off and thrust her foot into the duke’s face, wiggling her toes.

“Oh, do me! Do me!” she cried. The duke gently pushed the frantic toes away from his nose.

“Yes, alright, my dear,” he agreed. “Just place your foot into the slipper there—” Caroleena did.
Well, sort of. She got her toes in, anyway. The rest of her foot didn’t even go into the shoe.

“It fits!” she cried. The duke blinked.

“Well, not exactly, my dear—”

“Does so!” Caroleena whined. “See??” She put her foot back up in his face. Deanna sniffed.

“Your foot isn’t even in the shoe, Carrie,” she snorted. “Only your toes.” Caroleena scowled.

“So? They’re toe shoes!” she snapped. The duke shook his head and removed the slipper.

“Next.” Deanna waltzed up to him and delicately slid her foot into the slipper. Well, nearly, anyway. Her foot was smaller than Caroleena’s, but it still stuck out the back end. She pushed her bottom lip out in a pout.

“No fair!” she whined. “Mother! Make it fit!” The stepmother’s nostrils flared.

“I don’t understand it,” she said to the grand duke, forcing a laugh. “It fit perfectly yesterday. Deanna does have a history of growth spurts, though. Perhaps—” The duke shoot his head and stood.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said. “But the slipper just doesn’t fit either girl.” He put the shoe back on Ichabod’s purple pillow. “Thank you. We’ll be on our way.” He turned for the door.

Just then, a flash of blue light came from upstairs. Tiny footsteps pattered down the steps.

“Your grace!” came a sweet voice. “Oh, do, let me try the slipper on!” Cinderella appeared. The duke stopped abruptly and looked at the stepmother.

“You told me those two were the only girls here!” he protested. The stepmother forced a smile.

“Well, I thought surely you didn’t mean scullery maids, too—”

“Every maiden,” the duke insisted. He motioned to Cinderella. “Come, my dear, and try on the slipper.” Cinderella walked over and sat down. Ichabod trotted over with the slipper. But he didn’t make it. The stepmother tripped him with her cane. He flew head over heels and the slipper hit the floor and shattered. Everyone gasped. Cinderella scowled, which was quite out of character. She muttered something under her breath that sounded a great deal like “Bibbidi-Bobbidi Boo,” and there was a blue flash that came from the general area of her apron pocket. No one noticed either strange thing, though, because they were all preoccupied with the broken slipper.

“Oh no!” sobbed the duke. “Now we’ll never know! What will the king say?”

“I can help,” Cinderella cooed. She extracted something from her suspicious pocket. “I have the other slipper.” She did.

This brightened things considerably. The duke tried the slipper on Cinderella, and it fit. With much trumpet sounding and rejoicing, he led her out to the carriage to take her back to the palace to the prince. Caroleena and Deanna ran behind the carriage halfway to the palace until they both collapsed from exhaustion.

The prince was thrilled to see his mystery girl and they began planning the wedding at once. The prince showed Cinderella her grand room.

“It’s beautiful!” she cried. She looked at the prince with loving eyes. “May I have a minute?”

The prince nodded and left the room. The second he was gone, a blue flash of light exploded around Cinderella. When it faded, there stood the Fairy Godmother! She shook her head.

“It’s going to take me a while to get used to Cinderella’s shape,” she muttered to herself. She smiled in satisfaction. “I tricked Cinderella, changed myself into her form, and am going to marry the prince.” She nodded happily. “Finally. I’m doing something I want and getting out of that awful Fairy Godmother business.”

So, Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother married the prince instead. And no one ever really found out.