Fairy godmother In Cinderella

A narrative I wrote in English.

Monday, January 12^th

Dear Diary,

Today Mother decided we are to live with her new husband, Mr Smith, the salesman from Cheshire. I have not had the pleasure to meet him, but as long as he makes mother happy, that’0s all Agatha and I could ask for. I have heard he has a daughter to his previous wife. His daughter is called Cinderella, I think. Anyway, I am excited to move, I think it will be best for the three of us to get out of that house. There are so many memories of father; it makes it hard to feel at home when he is no longer around. I know it’s extremely tough on mother. After his death she definitely changed, in a way I cannot describe, she was depressed, didn’t want to get out of bed. If it wasn’t for Agatha and I, she probably would not have made it this far. I am just hoping this move will be best for all of us, I definitely need a change.

 

Tuesday 18^th

Dear Diary,

Well here we are in Cheshire, smaller than I expected. The narrow brick roads are in need of repair, the old buildings could do with some more colours and there is not a drop of sun. I think that this is going to take longer to get used to than I thought.

 

Thursday 20^th

Dear Diary,

I finally met his daughter today while I was organising my bedroom. She is quite thin and short, long dirty blonde hair; and is always wearing handmade dresses instead of the tailor made type that Agatha and I wear. She is kind hearted though, always thinking of how she can help out mother. Mother has told me different, so maybe there was a side to her I haven’t seen, anyway, I suppose I will find out sooner or later.

 

Sunday 23^rd

Dear Diary,

Agatha and I have made a new friend, Elizabeth. Her family lives on the estate at the end of our street. I walk past it on the way to market with mother. Surrounded by iron fencing, with polished windows along towering white walls, a small path leads to a garden around the back of the house. I wonder if the inside of the house is as magnificent as the outside. I can only imagine the fine antique furnishings and the ebony stair case that would lead up to a view of the whole countryside. Mother had always commented on how spoilt she must be. I have to bite my tongue around her a lot; she can get a little to opinionated at times.  Elizabeth and I are going to the market tomorrow to find some material for Cinderella. I’m rather excited to be honest and I don’t even know why.

 

Monday 24^th 

Dear Diary,

Today was just incredible. Elizabeth is just the most wonderful person, and she has such a creative mind. She was darting around finding different fabric colours and matching them with a wide range of patterns. I couldn’t help but stand and watch her at work, like a small worker bee jumping from flower to flower; I was in awe of her.

 

 

Friday 28^th

Dear Diary,

Every day since Monday, Elizabeth and I have been meeting, talking about everything from dresses to the prince looking for a suitor. I’m so glad that she has the same views on everything as I do, maybe that was the reason I enjoyed spending time with her. I don’t know, all I know is I can’t wait for the festival to start two days from now. I have never been to a flower festival before so I think that a new experience is definitely going to be worthwhile.

 

Sunday 30^th

Dear Diary,

The festival tonight was incredible. Elizabeth and I saw every flower imaginable, the smells were mesmerising and the colours were so eye catching. So many people had decorated for the festival, including Elizabeth. She had told me it had become a sort of tradition in her family to decorate their garden. She grabbed my hand and whisked me away from the crowd. We went through the field and along a bridge and ended up under a large oak tree behind Elizabeth’s house. It was so quiet, and the sun was making her red hair shine. Our breaths were creating small bursts of smoke, like puffs from my Father’s pipe. Elizabeth moved closer to me, which made me get so nervous that I couldn’t stop fumbling my words. Staring into her bright green eyes made me feel so relaxed. Clenching my stomach seemed to be the only way to stop the butterflies, even though it did nothing for me. She leant into me and put her long cold fingers on my red cheek. What happened next shocked me, but I didn’t want it to stop. I need help from somewhere, anywhere. I need to stop falling in love with her, otherwise I’m afraid it will go too far.

 

Tuesday 2^nd

Dear Diary,

I came up with a solution today, I will marry the prince. That way I can try and keep my mind off of Elizabeth. I talked to mother about it today, about everything; she didn’t want to look at me. I don’t know why I told her, I don’t know why I did; I just wanted to be honest about my feelings, because they are most certainly there. Mother was so insistent about marrying the prince it has become an obsession. Everything is now centred on him. I can’t take it much longer. She is starting to change; she is beginning to be horrible towards Cinderella, even when all she does is help. I have become so determined I am now starting to be horrible to her. Secretly I wish that the prince would marry Cinderella, she deserves someone considering her father is always away on business. If I could find some sort of fairy godmother to make it happen, I would. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[zainul]

You presented a great write mingling with Cinderella myth and invasion of bizarre relationship of Elizabeth.
Felt your honesty and enjoyed your superb style of writing.