Cindy-Ella

This is a broken fairytale that we had to write for English.

Once upon a time, two happy sisters moved to a new town for a brand new start. That was Belle and I. We moved to town with our mother, who found herself a new man. His name was Derrick and he was extremely rich. Which meant the good life. Except for one thing, Cindy-Ella, his daughter from a previous marriage. She disliked all of us severely. She had even started calling Belle and I the ‘Ugly Stepsisters’. Just because we didn’t look like her, bleached blonde hair with extensions and a ‘tan’ that made her resemble an Oompa Loompa. Cindy-Ella was very superficial; she was always posting pictures of herself with celebrities on Facebook. The truth was, that most of those celebrities despised her, they were only nice because Derrick had money. Derrick became very ill and he eventually died. The whole family was grieving. His funeral was massive, there were famous people everywhere. When he died, Cindy-Ella went ‘off the rails’ for the media. Apparently her little stint in ‘rehab’ made her more ‘famous’.

 

Anyway back to us, Belle and I cruised through high school easily. We were twins; there was only a minute or so between us. Cindy-Ella was barely a couple of months older than us. She held this against us because she was a year above us at school. One night we were all sitting in the den when Mum received a phone call from the police. Cindy-Ella was in trouble, again. As she was still under eighteen, Mum was her legal guardian. When the police knocked on the front door, holding a drunken Cindy-Ella, Mum was calm and collected. She thanked them and told them that a punishment was coming.

In the morning, Mum told a very hungover Cindy-Ella her punishment, she was grounded. Mum was not allowing her to go to the party of all parties. The four of us were expected to attend, everyone who was anyone was supposed to be there. This had caused us to put up with a very stroppy Cindy-Ella for weeks.

 

The night of the party had drawn nearer; Belle and I had chosen our gowns and masks, as the theme was masquerade. All the while Cindy-Ella was chucking her little grump at us. When the limo arrived out the front, she stormed upstairs to her bedroom. Mum locked the front door and the limo pulled away.

 

Meanwhile, it seems Cindy-Ella had other plans. She had called Marlo, her hairdresser to come over and make her look ‘beautiful’. Marlo brought over her $2000 dress and the matching Chanel shoes. The mask even had real diamonds embedded in it. She rocked up to the party and made a ‘real entrance’. The three of us stood there aghast. As Mum didn’t want to cause a scene in front of all the other wealthy families and celebrities, she allowed Cindy-Ella to stay. The rules were that she had to be home by three a.m.

 

Three a.m. arrived. Belle and I had turned in hours ago; we could hear Cindy-Ella climb drunkenly up the front staircase. She fumbled around for her keys, couldn’t find them and swore loudly at the door. I climbed out of bed and let her inside.
“What are you looking at Maya?” she said sauntering passed.

 

The next morning she had a severe hangover. When mother found out, she immediately chucked a spaz and made her find a job so that she could pay off the money she owed for her outfit. A week later, Cindy-Ella had found herself a job as a waitress at a restaurant. She’d had an interview with a gossip magazine and said, “I decided my life was kind of boring, parties and manicures and the like, isn’t for everyone. I’ve gotten a normal job and have become ‘responsible’. I’m helping my community, not everyone can be as awesome as I am or my life is.”

 

Two weeks later, it was Cindy-Ella’s eighteenth. She held a massive party that ‘everyone’ came to. Photos from the party were posted all over the Internet. They were even flashed across the news. Cindy-Ella soon lost her job. She blamed Belle, Mum and I and chucked a massive tantrum out the front of our house, which the media made into a huge story. Mum was at her wits end. She was ready to throw her out.

 

Belle and I had both gotten into our selected universities. But we were still living at home. One day as I was studying, the phone rang it was Hugh Heffner. He’d seen Cindy-Ella’s party photos and wanted to know if she would like a job in the mansion. I was ecstatic, I knew that Cindy-Ella wouldn’t let an opportunity like this one slip up. As soon as I had told her, she was already packing her bags to move out, straight into the Playboy mansion. She became a Bunny and was very happy with her new life. Of course, she practically cut herself off from us, except for a Christmas card each year. Although she did invite us to a couple of parties at the mansion, which we all gratefully declined. Whilst living there, she wrote a book, A Cindy-Ella Story, it portrayed Belle, Mum and I as horrible and mean. It also portrayed Hugh Heffner as if he was some ‘prince charming’ that had rescued her from ‘slavery’, the restaurant job, and a life of poverty, as she was still paying back her debts when she moved out. Not that any of us minded. Cindy-Ella was finally out of our hair. I guess you can say that all four of us ended up with our happily ever after.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Very light hearted parody of the Cinderella story imaginatively written from a fresh point of view.