I wake the next morning to a pounding on my door.
"CINDERELLA! WAKE UP!"
I groan under my breath as I stir. My entire body aches from the beating and the night on the floor.
"What is it?!" I ask irritably.
"WE NEED BREAKFAST!" my stepsisters yell.
"Make it yourself!" I shout. I attempt to stand and collapse, cutting of my scream. My throat burns with thirst.
"ARE YOU CRAZY? WE'RE LADIES! WE CAN'T COOK!" my stepsisters' shrill voices answer in chorus.
I crawl to the door. Using an apron, I construct a makeshift tether from my window to the knob. I unlock the door and open it to its full extent.
"There's bread on the kitchen counter. Take it and divide it between yourselves. I can't get up this morning."
I slam the door shut and drag myself to the cot. I slowly haul myself up and let sleep take me.
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Ringo-Ichigo's random stories
I'll just be writing short stories up here about whatever I feel like. They could be fanfiction, mysteries, ghost stories, dreams, or anything. Think of this as a little smidgen of what goes on in my head.
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