Step-sister Monologue

Once upon a time, that’s how Cinderella’s story started. I personally think it should’ve started, “Hello, I’m Cinderella, a spoiled rotten brat!” Listen to my reasons carefully, if you will, before making any assumptions.

For one, that girl is always complaining. She is always talking about her problems! She has no right to talk about how ‘deprived’ she is. Every time we go out shopping with Mother, we offer to buy her nice shoes and beautiful dresses, but she declines. Cinderella thinks just because her father died she can act all anti-social and wear raggedy clothing. Well, I think not! It’s an act I tell you! Cinderella just wants some sympathy!

“Oh Cinderella is so unfortunate and her sisters are so cruel to her…” That’s what she wants you to think! The truth is, is that my sister and I are really kind towards her. I mean, she is our sister after all. When Father died Cinderella was so broken up. My sister and I tried to sympathize with her, but she just pushed us away. I think it was only natural for her to do that. You see, I think now she’s realized she isn’t the center of attention. When Father was alive it was all about ‘Cinderella’. She always got put first, even over Mother. Sure, Father loved us too, but it was never the same. Every decision ever made, Cinderella helped make it. I don’t see how that’s fair! My sister and I barely had any say. If Cinderella wanted this certain type of food for supper, but no one else did, Cinderella got what she wanted! Don’t let her looks deceive you; Cinderella has been a brat since day one. Oh sure, you think she’s not because she does all the chores without complaining, but honestly, have you seen her? “Oh I wish I had a better life…” Girl, honestly, Father left us plenty of money, we could hire a maid!

Then the ball comes up. Don’t get me started on that. It is ever girls dream to go to the ball, even hers. She used to talk about it all the time about going. Then, here she goes saying that she doesn’t feel like going anymore. Well, guess what, there’s nothing holding her back! Now as she’s telling her story she’s making it seem like Mother, sister, and I are the bad guys. She is such a drama queen. Sometimes I wish people could see Cinderella for who she really is: a conniving, two-faced, witch! A week ago at the ball I was completely shocked by her entrance. She said that she wasn’t coming, yet she has the nerve to show up more beautiful than any other girl there, and flaunt around like she is the best thing ever. Excuse me, I thought you said you didn’t feel like coming! Yet, here you are, stealing the show, automatically drawing the prince’s attention upon yourself. Oh, you know Cinderella knows she was more beautiful than any other girl there. You could see it in her eyes as the prince twirled her around the dance floor. Everybody, including me, was jealous. I just wanted to take her glass slippers and give her a good hit upside the head with them. Then, as the clock was nearing midnight she began her escape, letting the prince chase after her like a lost puppy!

After the ball, she only became worse. The whole kingdom was looking for the ‘glass slipper lady’. She became more conceited as the days passed. She would constantly rub it in me and my sister’s faces saying that, “Only a prince would be worthy of me.”

Yeah, only a prince could deal with that egotistical fool. When the king’s advisor made it to our house with the glass slipper, Cinderella refused to come down. She locked herself in her room. My sister and I decided to attempt to fit the slipper, but only to fail. Ohhh, how I wish I could’ve fit it! As the advisor was leaving he tripped over Mother’s foot, falling and breaking the glass slipper. Cinderella came down swiftly, showing the other glass slipper. That girl always has to make a grand entrance doesn’t she? A feeling of inevitable dread overrode me as she slipped her foot into the glass slipper, her foot fitting perfectly. There we have it, the Prince’s wife. The ‘Slipper Lady’ had finally been found.

Now, Cinderella and the Prince are getting married today. I’m going of course, not to say goodbye though, but to say hello to a whole new life without her; free at last! Right now though, I can honestly say as I light the fuse to some concealed dynamite located over their heads, that this wedding will literally be a blast. Cinderella had it coming.