Yet Another Cinderella Story
By: Nicole McGreevy
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there was a beautiful
young girl named Caty (That’s me).
Caty had long dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. She was eight years old and lived with her father in a quaint little town called Dellview, North Carolina. Caty and her father did everything together. They were best friends, until her father met another woman named Gertrude. Gertrude was everything her father wanted to meet in a woman ever since Caty’s mother died while giving birth to Caty. Gertrude was pretty, smart, funny, witty, and all the other things men look for in a woman. But that was only one side of Gertrude. Caty knew the other side all to well. When Caty’s father left for the store and left Caty and Gertrude alone, Gertrude made Caty do nasty chores. She also told Caty that she didn’t even like Caty’s father, and that the only reason they were dating was because her father was rich. Caty tried to tell her father about these problems but he thought she was jealous of losing his attention.
One day Caty’s father had to run to the store to get some fruit-water for Gertrude, his new wife. While he was gone, Gertrude made Caty clean the whole house for when her father came home, Gertrude could take credit for all of Caty’s hard work. That never happened because on the way home her father was in a fatal car accident and went straight to the hospital. Caty and Gertrude went there as fast as they could and the last thing her father said to Caty was to be nice to Gertrude and do what she asks. Caty, from that day forth, was Gertrude’s personal servant.
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One thing her father didn’t know about was Gertrude’s pregnancy. Once the baby was born, Caty was the one to take care of it, though she was only nine years old herself. Caty and the baby named Stella didn’t get along, even at a young age. While Caty and Stella grew up, Stella got less and less attractive, while Caty got more and more attractive.
Now we’re back to present day. I’m now 17 and Stella is only 8. Any chance she gets, she bosses me around and stomps on my toes. While I sleep in a small room in the attic, Stella gets to sleep in a HUGE room right next to her mother’s so if she needs anything in the morning, Gertrude can tell me to get it. Did I mention we moved to New York City after Stella was born? Well, going from one of the smallest towns in the world to the capital of the world is a big step, and I’m still getting used to it. The only reason we moved is because Gertrude had my father’s money to spend, and because she “wasn’t getting the attention she deserved in this little hick-town. I go to a school with three hundred other students in my senior class. I met this one boy and I’ve liked him every since we moved to this city. His name is Jacob. He’s tall with long-ish dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes, the color of the sky on a clear day. I’ve heard that he’s as nice as he is good looking, but I wouldn’t know because he pays no attention to me.
Prom is coming up and I’m hoping he’ll ask me out, but I doubt it because nobody ever notices me, and he’s the most popular guy in the school. He’ll probably ask someone who isn’t invisible. One thing I forgot to tell you is ever since my father died, Gertrude has made me wear old clothes, so ugly she thinks it will take away from my natural looks. I think that’s why no one pays attention to me.
This is my daily routine once I go home from school: First, I get Stella a snack, then another, then another, until I find one she actually wants. Next, I water all our plants and feed the Pomeranians, named Fuffley and Peeta (Stella named and trained them).
Once I’m done trying to get them to stop biting me, I go start making dinner. After dinner is cooking, I try to do my homework and help Stella with hers. By that time Gertrude is home from whatever form of making herself prettier she decided to do that day. After she’s done showing Stella her new manicure or hair do or new form of Botox, she yells at me about how I’m not making enough money for all of us and how she doesn’t want whatever I make for dinner or how she hates our huge apartment. Once they’re done eating dinner, I get to eat. After that, I go to my job at Hamburger Paradise to do the night shift until 12 am. Then I finally get to go home and get some rest.
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One day, I went home and there was a note on the table from Gertrude. It said she had to run some errands with Stella, and that they’re going to be back later, and how I should have Stella’s room cleaned and dinner waiting for them by the time they got home. She also said that someone called and wanted to speak to me. There was a number I didn’t recognize below the message. I cleaned Stella’s room, which was covered with toys and clothes. I made a chicken salad for dinner, because Gertrude is “trying to get skinnier for the boys who look at her all the time”, then I called the person who tried to talk to me earlier.
The phone rang a few times, then a women’s voice picked up on the other end. “Hello?” she said. “Hi, this is Caty Williams, you called me earlier and I wasn’t home. May I ask who this is?” “This is your Aunt Margret, you silly girl” I didn’t even know I had any aunts, so this came as a big shock to me. “Aunt Margret? I didn’t think my father had any siblings.” I said. “Well, I’m actually your Great Aunt Margret, but saying I’m a ‘Great’ anything makes me feel old. So tell me, how are you child?” “I’m fine, thank you. Why did you call me?” I was still very confused about the whole situation. “Well I wanted to talk to my niece I haven’t seen in almost 14 years! I’m not surprised you don’t remember me though, you were so young. So tell me sweetie, what are you doing tonight?” “I have to work but-” “Well call in sick and come see your Auntie.” “But Aunt Mar-”I started “Great, child, I will pick you up at eight. See you then!” “But-”and then she was off the phone. I wasn’t sure how to confront Gertrude about my Aunt I don’t even know coming to pick me up tonight. I decided it would be best to tell her exactly what happened.
Unfortunately, later that night while we were eating dinner, I told her and she wasn’t too happy with my leaving. She said it was for my own safety but I know it was because she needed me to do more work. I’m actually looking forward to meeting this person who I can maybe relate to.
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Later that night, the doorbell rang around eight, and when I opened the door, it was like looking in a mirror to which ages you to your sixties. She had the same long dark hair, bright emerald green eyes and the same face, only older then mine. She wore a very chic white shirt with a black belt, and a pencil skirt, with black wedge high heels. She stood there looking me up and down as I was, except to her. Then she saw my face and started smiling. She brought me in for a hug, and it felt amazing, considering I hadn’t gotten a real one since my father died. Once she pulled me away from our hug, she looked in our apartment and saw Gertrude. She made the nastiest face and gave me an “I’m so sorry look”. Then Stella came bounding down the stairs and took one look at my Aunt and said “EWWWWWWYYYY!!!!!! She’s SSOOOOO old!” then she turned to her mother “Mommy, I NEVER want to get that old. I’m going to stay young forever!” Then Aunt Margret murmured to me “Nice to see you too.” We both snickered over that for a while, and then we were off without a goodbye from my Step-Mother.
Once we were walking down the busy streets of NYC, she started to ask me questions about myself. Once she was done, it was my turn. I found out that she was in the fashion business, which explained the clothes, and she was a hair and make-up artist for people during Fashion Week. I also found out that Fashion Week is the most important fashion show of any fashion designers life. It’s when many fashion designers from all around the world come together and showcase their work form many people in the audience who are potential buyers. Then she asked me why I was wearing clothes that look like they belong to a homeless person, and I told her about how awful Gertrude was to me, and how I had to accept my dad’s dying wish.
“What are you going to wear to Prom?” she asked. I told her about my wish for Jacob to ask me and how it was impossible. “I actually wasn’t planning on going. I haven’t the money or the time. Plus, Gertrude would never let me out of the house wearing anything better than these clothes” “Well you need to prove to Jacob that you are beautiful and you’re worth noticing, I don’t know how it would happen, though.” We walked in silence while we both pondered it for a few moments. Then her face light up. “What if, I take you shopping for a dress, then the night of Prom, you can come to my house and I can make you look even more beautiful then you already are! This all worked out so perfectly you have to say yes!” she looked so excited, I didn’t have the heart to tell her no. I also wanted to look beautiful for Jacob, so I agreed. And just like that, I was going to Prom. I was so excited I could help but hug her.
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Two weeks later, about a month before prom, I told Gertrude I was going to go with Aunt Margret again, and before she could even respond, I was out the door. We went to about fourteen different stores trying on all kinds of different Prom dresses. We tried different styles: Mermaid was a no, while a Ball gown was perfect for looking like a princess. We tried different colors: reds, pinks and oranges were definite no’s, while greens, blues and purples were perfect for my skin tone, hair, and eye color. And we tired different strap styles: a strapless sweetheart neckline was the most dramatic out of all the choices. When we finally stumbled upon the perfect dress, it was a turquoise blue, ball gown made with the skirt made of tulle, and a beautiful beaded sweetheart neckline. Once my aunt paid for the dress, we went shoe shopping. The perfect shoes with this gown were a silver stiletto heel. Because I only wear flats, we made a plan for me to go to Aunt Margret’s house to practice, so I don’t trip and fall on my face in front of everybody. Lastly, we found the perfect teardrop earrings and necklace to go with my perfect outfit.
The days passed so slowly for the weeks before prom. I told Gertrude I was going to help Aunt Margret with decorating her new apartment the night of Prom, and she replied with some snarky comment about how I should be helping out here, not at an almost stranger’s house. I ignored the comment and continued making dinner.
Finally, the night of Prom came and I was so excited, I could hardly sit still. Aunt Margret took me to her house around five-thirty, so we would have enough time for everything we were planning on doing. Prom started at eight and my aunt warned me to be back to her house by midnight so I could sleep over and it wouldn’t look too suspicious. One I got into my dress that fit me perfectly, put on the shoes that I practiced wearing a lot, and place my accessorizes perfectly, my aunt stared to do my hair and makeup. I told her to do what ever she wanted, and she turned me around so I couldn’t see my self in the mirror. All I knew is that she was cutting off some of my hair, for a part of it, I had to sit under a hairdryer for a half hour and that she was doing a lot of stuff at once. Around seven, she finally finished my hair and makeup. I turned around and couldn’t believe my eyes. Aunt Margret gave me a natural looking smoky eye, the lipstick made my lips perfectly pink and plump, and my skin looked absolutely flawless. My hair was in an up-do made of tiny curls surrounding my head and my brand new side bangs looked perfect with the hair style. It looked like she added some very natural looking red-ish blonde highlights to complement my dark auburn hair. In addition to my new look and my new dress, I’ve never felt or looked so beautiful in my life.
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I fell into my aunt’s arms and tried not to cry, because it would ruin my make-up. I thought it could never get better, then, Aunt Margret whispered in my ear “I have another surprise for you, dear. She guided me to the window and all I saw was a black stretch limo. “What?” I asked. She then pointed to the limo and I just stared at her because I couldn’t believe she did all this for me. “Why?” I asked. “Why did you do all this for me? You didn’t even know me for four months, and now you made me feel like the most beautiful person ever. Why?” “Because, child, you’ve dealt with that witch of a step-mother for many years, doing everything she asked. You deserve to feel special for at least one night.” Then I hugged her with tears in my eyes.
Next thing I knew, I was arriving at Prom. I took a deep breath, opened the door to the limo, and walked outside. At first, no one noticed me, and then one girl looked and whispered to the girl standing next to her. Then, more and more people were looking at me and whispering. I finally got inside the dance room, and I stood at the top of the stairs taking everything in. People were still stating at me, and then I caught a glance at Jacob, he looked really good tonight, and his date, Isabelle, looked really good too. He completely ignored her and then just walked up to me. I couldn’t believe it. He stretched out his hand to help me down the stairs, and then he bowed. “May I have this dance?” he asked. I couldn’t form words so I just nodded and we were off. Everybody was looking at us, while we danced through a few songs. Then he asked me if I wanted to go someplace alone with him. We went to the fountain out front, and sat down next to each other.
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“Where do you go to school? Because I don’t remember seeing you in my school.” He asked, looking into my eyes. “I go to the same school you do. Rosendale.” I said. My voice sounded squeaky to me. “I’m sorry I don’t remember seeing you there, but it is a very big school. But I must know, what is your name?” I gulped and said “Ca-” Then I heard the dinging of the clock, which meant it was midnight, and it was time for me to go. “I have to go.” I told him while running away. “I’m sorry.” “But wait!” he reached for my arm to stop me but I was too fast. “Can’t you at least tell me your name?” he called after me as I ran into my limo. “There’s no time! I’ll see you in school!”
I saw him holding something in his hand as I rode away in the limo. Only once I looked down, I noticed it was my shoe. Then I decided I would have to confront him in school to tell him it was me so he would give me the shoe back. The shoes themselves cost a lot of money, almost five hundred dollars, and I can’t let him keep a two hundred fifty dollar shoe, especially when it wasn’t even my money. I’d have to do it.
I slept over my aunt’s as planned, and then I went to school, the next morning. I saw Jacob standing by his locker with Isabelle, and I lost all my courage to talk to him. He looked like he was having such a great time and he wouldn’t dare talk to me in public, even if I was wearing a bit nicer clothes, that Aunt Margret gave to me. I avoided him all day, and tried to hide myself from everybody, which wasn’t hard to do because no one recognized me as the girl from last night. It was as if it was all a perfect dream.
Once I got home from school, I started my normal routine. Right in the middle of me helping Stella (who was being extra stubborn that day) with her homework, I heard a knock on my door. I went to see who it was, and saw it was Jacob, and he was holding my shoe! I opened the door and he took one look at me, then he asked if he could come in. He told me that he was looking for a girl who was at prom last night who was wearing the exact stiletto in his hand, and how he did some research on it and saw it came from a very expensive store. Then he looked at me again, and I thought he was going to leave, but something in his face changed. I’m not sure if he really looked under the tattered clothes or he just saw the same person I was last night, but he asked me to try on the stiletto. I tried it on and it fit perfectly. He said it could’ve been a coincidence, so the only way I could be his mystery girl is if I had the other shoe. I panicked for a moment because it was at my aunt’s house, along with my other clothes from that night. Then I realized this would be a good time to sneak away from Gertrude and Stella, so I told him to meet me at Times Square at midnight, and I will have the other shoe.
I went to Aunt Margret’s house to tell her the good news, and she was almost as excited as I was. She gave me the other shoe, and I went back home so Gertrude wouldn’t get suspicious. I walked in the front door and tip toed up to my room, even though it was only eight. I hid the shoe under my bed and started my homework.
I must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was I was being shaken awake by Stella. I saw she was holding something shiny in her hand, and then I realized it was the stiletto that was hidden under my bed. “What’s this shiny thing?” she asked while examining it. “It’s waaaayyyy to fancy for you to have. Where did you get it?” she was looking at me with an evil look. “It’s just plastic.” I lied. “So you wouldn’t mind I if I threw it down the stairs?” She asked. And she already started running away. She threw it down the stairs and I tried to catch it before she did, but she was much faster, so she threw it out the window on to the New York street, where a taxi proceeded to run over the two hundred and fifty dollar shoe. “NO!” I cried while it got crushed. But it was too late, the shoe was destroyed.
I didn’t know what else to do, so I went to talk to my aunt about this. We came up with a plan. I would dress up exactly the same way I did for prom and then explain to Jacob what happened with the shoe. Once I was all glamorous again, and I was wearing flats, not stilettos, I walked down the busy New York street to meet Jacob. Once I got there, his whole face lit up and he came running towards me. “I told you it was me.” I told him. He just looked astonished, and then he kissed me. It was everything I thought it would be and more.
And they lived happily ever after.