I Muttere Cinderella-Personal Narrative
It all started when my mother decided to marry that man. As always we had no say in the matter and I didn't want to admit to my sister Drizella or my mother that I wasn't interested in going. "Come along now Drizella and Anastasia. We have no time to lose. I have found a man who will be able to take care of us until you too can secure proper lords," their mother said stepping into the carriage that would lead them to their new home. Anastasia let out a sigh and hopped into the carriage with her mother and sister. As we rode, Drizella bounced happily in her seat until mother gave her a stern look. Then Drizella whispered in my ear "I heard that mommy has married a man with lots of money and that he will buy us lots of beautiful gowns." I smiled and couldn't help but feed off her excitement as we both began to daydream about all the beautiful outfits we would get to wear. But that dream was short lived.
As we pulled up to the apparent "Rich Mans" house, all I could see was a large, old, crumbly house in the middle of nowhere. Drizella must have noticed as well because her excited bouncing had turned into angry stomping. "What is this," She …show more content…
I tried my hardest not to think about poor cinderella as we went to the ball. At the ball, my sister and I didn't have much fun. My mother kept forcing us to stand straight and dance with rich men we didn't care about. She had wanted us to dance with the prince but he had only danced with one girl that whole evening. A girl with beautiful glass slippers and a stunning blue dress. Soon we headed home and I was surprised to find a letter in the mail the next day stating that the woman who could fit her foot in the glass slipper that I had seen earlier would marry the prince. My sister and I ran about, trying to prepare ourselves for this new found opportunity. I did not see my mother or cinderella until the man came to let us try on the dainty
As we pulled up to the apparent "Rich Mans" house, all I could see was a large, old, crumbly house in the middle of nowhere. Drizella must have noticed as well because her excited bouncing had turned into angry stomping. "What is this," She …show more content…
I tried my hardest not to think about poor cinderella as we went to the ball. At the ball, my sister and I didn't have much fun. My mother kept forcing us to stand straight and dance with rich men we didn't care about. She had wanted us to dance with the prince but he had only danced with one girl that whole evening. A girl with beautiful glass slippers and a stunning blue dress. Soon we headed home and I was surprised to find a letter in the mail the next day stating that the woman who could fit her foot in the glass slipper that I had seen earlier would marry the prince. My sister and I ran about, trying to prepare ourselves for this new found opportunity. I did not see my mother or cinderella until the man came to let us try on the dainty