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 CINDERELLA'S POINT OF VIEW

I heard a knock at the door one day and I saw my teacher and a 

bright hot pink envelope with a fake lipstick stuck on the back. 

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It is an invitation to our social young lady and I expect you to be 

there,” she told me.

I wanted to go to the social so badly but my mother did not let me 

because I had a jazz lesson.

“You cannot miss your dance lesson Alicia because of a silly 

social,“ she told me. 

Sometimes I think that my stepmother can be very rude but right 

then I did not have a choice because my parents are dead and I 

couldn't do anything about her. I have two stepsisters, Madison 

and Ellie, who absolutely hate me and my interests but it also 

seems to me that my stepmother treats me like garbage and them 

like angels.

So anyway, I went to dance practice and I think that my dance 

teacher, Mr Fairywrinkle, suspected that I was sad and he asked 

me what was wrong.

“My mother is not allowing me to go to the biggest high school 

social because I have this dance lesson to finish and everyone is 

going,” I sobbed.

He told me that he could help me but I might have to take extra 

dance lessons to catch – up.

“How could you help me? All you can do is dance,” I told him.

Then something weird happened. In a second Mr Fairywrinkle turned into 

my Fairy Godfather. It seemed like the Cindrella book that dad used to 

read to me every night after school when I was 7. Mr Fairywinkle waved 

a wand in my face and then gasped and I could feel something was 

different. He had turned me ugly and I could feel the wrinkles that had 

appeared on my face.

“What did you do?” I screamed. “You’ve turned me ugly, how am I 

supposed to go to the social looking like this?”

“Calm down,” he said.

"I can't calm down because I have to go to a high school social and meet 

a nice guy there and fall in love and uhhhhh you’ve just messed It up for 

me,” I said really quickly.

“Ok Alicia, there is one thing you need to know about your face. If you do 

not come to me before the midnight bell strikes then you will turn ugly 

forever so you should be on time,” he said to me.

I was going to scream but I knew that things couldn't get 

better so I just left the conversation and rode my skateboard 

to the social. It was like the ugly duckling on a skateboard 

but what could I do...

I looked around just in case I saw someone I knew and then I 

saw a guy in a suit who came over to me and asked if I knew 

how to ride a skateboard, He must have seen it in my hand 

but then he asked me my name. I didn’t want to tell him that 

my name was Alicia because I looked like this so instead I told 

him my name was Cinderella because my father loved that 

book. I was hoping that he wouldn’t ask my about my face but 

then his next question came rolling in.

“I don’t want to be rude but why is your face kind of deformed?” 

he asked.

I was kind of angry at the question he asked so I just said that I 

failed my Grade 4 exam and have had trouble sleeping over it so I 

wasn’t able to get my beauty sleep. I didn’t want to lie but I 

couldn’t have told him that my fairygodfather dance teacher 

waved a wand and turned me ugly so I just lied.

We danced for a while and then Madison, one of my sisters, came 

and ‘accidentally’ spilled juice on me. She said sorry but in a 

devilish way and I don’t think that she meant what she said. 

I decided to leave the juice matter because I looked ugly 

anyway but then the weirdest thing happened. George, the 

jock, asked me for my number but I must have wasted 5 

minutes because I was in shock because just as I was writing 

the last few digits the midnight bell rung and I panicked and 

ran back Mr Fairywrinkle. I realised that I had left my 

skateboard at the social but I also realised that I would have 

to stay ugly forever.

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