I wrote this a few years ago as my own answer to the traditional Cinderella story so many young girls adopt for their life’s road map. It’s a little feministic, but mostly silly. It’s also a bit long, so be forewarned.
Cinderella scoured away at the bathroom floor as she watched her sisters and stepmother follow the coachman out the front door.
“I wish I could go to the ball,” she said, “I know I could win Prince Charming’s heart and escape my overbearing, hateful family.”
“I don’t think you really wish that,” whispered a voice in the corner of the room.