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“Get that platter out there, Shorty!” my boss was red in the face. He would have my head if I didn’t get that plate out within the next 30 seconds.  I hate all these formal, pretentious affairs. All of this hard work for such little pay, let alone, appreciation.  I finally managed to get the last  entreé  out to the corner table when my stomach started to grumble. I thought there would be so many great leftovers tonight, but more and more people kept arriving.  We might even run out of food. That would mean none for us to scrap on.  There were so many people serving tonight, I didn’t even recognize them all.

“Who do you think the prince will choose?” Mary called out to the room in general.

“Got your hopes up Mary?”  Gerald shot back.

“No, just hoping for a kind hearted princess”.

“Who cares???” I spat out. I was hungry and just wanted to get out of there. Plus, I had seen this spoiled prince turn down offers of marriage for years now; I knew this would be another failed arrangement and a waste of my time. Even if he did pick a bride, I’m sure she would just be some gold-digger who had no idea what it was like to work for a living. I grabbed the last platter and entered the ball room just as a new guest arrived late.

I watched this new mystery guest all evening.  She wasn’t like the others that had been to the palace before.  Maybe she had promise

-Liza, Laurie & Cat

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I used to spend my days lounging on the shore listening to the waves crash onto the surface, that is, until Karen Ferry arrived and took what she thought was rightfully hers. One moment I was enjoying my life and the next I found myself magically transformed into a pair of high heels.

“What the HELL?!” I thought to myself. “What am I supposed to do now?”

My curiosity was quickly cured as Karen had a master plan for me and my so-called destiny. She shared this plan with me as she stuffed me into her bag, turned away from the shore and, ignoring my protests, took me away from the beach I love so much.

“Get ready to work!” Karen trilled in her syrupy sweet voice.

Her master plan for me was going to make her famous, yet I hadn’t even been on the job for 24 hours before she asked to speak to my manager to which I confusingly replied, “Karen, you’re my manager.”

Apparently, I wasn’t performing my responsibilities to her expectations- but, seriously, who would ENJOY having people’s nasty fungus-filled feet all up in your space all day?!?

“Listen here, Shoe! I don’t care if there are thousands of feet shoved in your space, YOU are my ticket to fame and you’re dealing with it!!!”

Much to my surprise, a young lady had called on Karen for help. She had the predatory aggression of an injury lawyer who knows that there’s oodles of money to be made off this poor schmuck.

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Younger Stepsister by Austin, Bailey, & Monica P.

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Younger Stepsister by Austin, Bailey, & Monica P.

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LPgz4Ol4t_ME-l3MSl21uM0gquy7QieUXpvm53X4Bwo/edit

Cinderella as told from the Younger Stepsister

Directions: Every member of the group should be able to type onto the Google Doc. You may choose one person to type or everyone in the group may type. Your task is to write a new version of Cinderella from the first person point of view of the younger stepsister.

There she goes again getting all of Mom’s attention. Just because she’s about to age out now doesn’t mean she should get to marry the prince. I mean, who’s to say he wouldn’t choose me? I mean, I am the prettier one!

Mom is doing Shawna’s claws for nails, talking her up and telling her how the prince is just going to LOVE everything about her, and I’m just about to get a word in when Cinderella comes in and starts blabbering on about how SHE should get to go to the ball, too. That raises Mom’s hackles and instead of giving me the time of day, she spends the next hour looking for the dungeon key and alerting the whole staff to keep Cinderella locked away, when all I wanted to know was if these shoes worked with my dress.

“They don’t, by the way,” Shawna says, not even bothering to glance in my direction.  “This night is all about me anyway, so stay out of my way or else.”

“Or else what? There’s only room for one in the dungeon,” I mumble.  I mean to say this to myself, but Shawna’s whirls around and cuts me a menacing glare.

“You know the prince is going to pick me.  When I’m queen, you can HAVE my shoes.” She carefully wipes a drop of spit from her lower lip and adjusts a fallen strand of hair.

We sit in silence for a moment. I let Shawna think she’s won this battle, but she better watch her back.

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Cinderella as told from the Prince’s Servant

THIS is my lucky day! The prince decided to search the land for his true love… and I get to go! I’m so excited to see all the pretty girls in the city- and it’s my chance to look for her...the girl at the ball. Her eyes, her lips, her…..feet! Her dress was fantastic and ornate, like a peacock showing off its feathers. I don’t think she noticed me, but I only had eyes for her. Maybe today is the day I will see her again, and claim her for my own.  My deepest desire is for my prince to find his princess, and for me to find my mystery lady love.

House after house we searched with no success. My prince kept his spirits high, and I encouraged him that we would find his love. Secretly, I searched for my precious jewel...knowing I would recognize her immediately.

Finally, after a long day of riding, talking, bending, and stuffing…I decided that it might not be my dream come true because all I can smell is stinky feet. Big feet, small feet, smelly feet, young and old feet. MY job… to try the slipper on every fair maiden, well… it STINKS! NOt only do I have to bend over and touch strangers’ feet… but also I have to clean the glass slipper after each attempt. I’m starting to think I might be exposed to a number of ailments such as toe jam, fungus, and the dreaded gangrene. THIS is not the day I imagined, and I’m starting to think about telling the prince it’s a lost cause.

As the sun was setting, we approached the final house in the kingdom. I could see a young maiden sprinting from the house, screaming that the prince need look no further. We get down from the horses, and I bring out the slipper to try it on. I’m so tired that I do not look her in the eye, but focus on the right foot of this determined maiden as I attempt to shove it into the slipper. Once… “Shove harder!” Twice “Come on, it fits!” The third time I decide to look up, and to my disbelief… it’s her- my lady love, and I have her oversized, beautiful foot in my hand. Her rosy skin, her long and elegant toes… did not fit into the glass slipper. It wasn’t my Prince’s lady, it was mine.

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Cinderella as Told from the Older Stepsister  - by Hannah, Lisa, Jen         The Vanity Fair Interview:                 Seated at a cafe in Venice, hiding behind oversized Prada’s, Anastacia, couldn’t conceal her life of privilege if she tried.  Which she does not.  “You’re late,” were her first words to me as I slid into the booth across from her.  This was not going to be an easy interview.  Anastacia had contacted me, claiming a matter of urgency.  She needed to set the record straight.  I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.“You should record this, because I’m not going to repeat myself,” she said as she sipped her oat milk, sugar free, vanilla latte.I complied.“Everybody is talking about Cinderella and her big catch.  Isn’t great, the poor little urchin has found her happy ending.  She’s so perfect.  Wrong!”I check my phone to make sure I have enough battery.  I can tell this is going to be gold.Anastacia continues. “She is only in it for the money.  After her dad died and my poor mom had to take care of her, we learned the truth behind that “princess.”  She has always been a spoiled brat.  She went after the prince, with this whole shoe plan, the poor me sob story, but it’s all a hoax.  The rags she wore when the Prince came with the glass slipper,  those weren’t her rags!  She stole them from one of her many maids that she has waiting on her hand and foot.   Nothing was ever enough for my “lovely”  little stepsister.   Better yet, she’s sleeping with the prince's brother!  The younger one who isn’t going to inherit anything.Seriously, it’s so like her. One prince isn’t enough for her, she’s got to take them all.  

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Cinderella as Told from the Older Stepsister  - by Hannah, Lisa, Jen         The Vanity Fair Interview:                 Seated at a cafe in Venice, hiding behind oversized Prada’s, Anastacia, couldn’t conceal her life of privilege if she tried.  Which she does not.  “You’re late,” were her first words to me as I slid into the booth across from her.  This was not going to be an easy interview.  Anastacia had contacted me, claiming a matter of urgency.  She needed to set the record straight.  I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.“You should record this, because I’m not going to repeat myself,” she said as she sipped her oat milk, sugar free, vanilla latte.I complied.“Everybody is talking about Cinderella and her big catch.  Isn’t great, the poor little urchin has found her happy ending.  She’s so perfect.  Wrong!”I check my phone to make sure I have enough battery.  I can tell this is going to be gold.Anastacia continues. “She is only in it for the money.  After her dad died and my poor mom had to take care of her, we learned the truth behind that “princess.”  She has always been a spoiled brat.  She went after the prince, with this whole shoe plan, the poor me sob story, but it’s all a hoax.  The rags she wore when the Prince came with the glass slipper,  those weren’t her rags!  She stole them from one of her many maids that she has waiting on her hand and foot.   Nothing was ever enough for my “lovely”  little stepsister.   Better yet, she’s sleeping with the prince's brother!  The younger one who isn’t going to inherit anything.Seriously, it’s so like her. One prince isn’t enough for her, she’s got to take them all.  

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Once upon a time,  there was a beautiful pumpkin that lived on a pumpkin patch, and that pumpkin was ME! I had big dreams of being carefully picked by a young boy or girl to be taken home and carved on Halloween night. But I worried my dream would never come true when I witnessed a mouse turn into a man! I couldn’t believe my eyes! I knew I was in trouble when the wicked woman walked into the pumpkin patch. I tried hiding behind my stock but that didn’t help me. Before I knew it I was floating in the air and everything started to shrink. But sadly that wasn’t what was happening, I was becoming BIGGER! I felt 4 hard pieces of metal and more hollow than usual. I didn’t expect that this is how I would feel when I was carved. Suddenly I felt an enormous weight inside me and was jolted down the road. I felt so uncomfortable the entire time and just wished I wouldn’t be like this forever! When I arrived at the castle in a matter of minutes everything went quiet and I was all alone. But inside the castle, I could hear music and laughter. I started to think I was going to stay like this forever, but then I saw Cinderella running towards me. Are we going home? Has my nightmare ended?

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“I’ll have another Unicorn Martini, please!”  Fairy Godmother snapped, swimming up to the bar.  This would be her third drink of the evening. And she was just getting started.
“Here you are, madam,” the gingerbread bartender said as he placed her drink on the counter. She downed it in one gulp, careful not to spill on her iridescent glitter bikini.
Suddenly, she felt her wings twitch. She groaned, slamming her empty glass on the bar. She knew some helpless broad needed her.  That Aurora girl better not be enchanted again.
She flapped her wings and shot out of the water. She pulled her wand from the bun in her hair, causing her silver waves to spill out over her shoulders. With one wave of her wand, her glittering bathing suit transformed into a shimmering ball gown, fluffing out at the bottom, causing a ripple in the water.
She hovered lower and leaned into the swim-up bar. “Can I have one more for the road?”

Fairy Godmother soared over rooftops, letting her wand lead the way. She was careful to fly straight; the last time she swerved, she got an FUI. She saw a Gargoyle Officer and quickly tucked her magical To-Go cup into her bosom.
Finally, her wings twitched again, and she knew it was time to land. She fluttered down in front of an enormous mansion. She peered through a downstairs window, laying eyes on a bedraggled girl weeping by an ashy fireplace.
The Fairy Godmother rolled her eyes. “What a baby.” She looked down at her dress, knowing she had to change. She waved her wand again, the gown transforming into a subtle cloak, knowing she had to dress down for this occasion. She slapped herself once, twice, three times, then plastered on her fakest smile. At least her drinks would help her get through. She let herself in.