Author’s—, er, I feel stupid, em,...
My note: this is one of my old stories, tweaked a little, only grammar, I had no idea this one would kinda fit the prompt, but not exactly. However, it’s just another reworking of 𝕮𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆, super stupid, (I am confused, can it be called fan fiction? XD) thus, sorry if it’s a bit lame! (And at least put this ‘✍’ in the comments, or I’m gonna assume that you liked this without reading, I really don’t want points guys!)
How could she do this to me? I am going to kill her! Tear out her hand! Oh, Biscuits of crystals!
Cinderella BANGED her hand on the table, making everything on it jump, rolled her eyes quite dramatically and sighed.
My stepsister is Strinen Stranglesant?
Of course I wanted to kill that misery, but a punch would’ve been enough for Stefanie, now I want to kill and punch her! Oh, yes! She is coming in person today, and she is going to answer me!
Was Steff playing the hero in disguise or something? Well, more like villain in disguise, but I am going to make her answer either way.
Stefanie hesitated again when she reached the castle
I absolutely shouldn’t have told Ella about it, she is possibly unnerved right now.
Stefanie scrunched her face at familiar front entrance, which was some humongous flights of stairs, with a person, dressed in indigo, standing every landing.
She stomped up the stairs.
What a fool I am!, I should have known that suddenly announcing that I bribed th—, wait, I didn’t say that yet. Well, saying that I am the author she horrendously hates also worked miracles, why does she hate the place so much? There is good food, no work and no Delrina on her piano, eh, even I play better than Delrina.
Stefanie stomped harder.
So, why does Ella want to get out of here so much?!
I truly need to get out of here!
She bit her lip.
Oh, I was so free at home, me doing whatever I want, Stefanie and Delrina studying and trying to be ‘great’, how their mother wanted, like slaves. I have no idea how Steff could write it all so that it sounded the other way, that girl has talent.
I just need to get out, I feel as if I am corroding, with all the fancy stuff and the all the attention, no wandering without anyone noticing, or picking wildflowers, or stealing cookies from Delrina’s secret stash.
Oh, Dell, I actually miss her and her piano, and also Steff’s off singing and our dancing with the mopes, and now I have a lousy courting prince to dance with, what fate!
Cinderella sighed, wiping her forehead and looking at her feet.
And also a stupid pair of glass slippers I can’t walk in, what fate indeed.
And why is not Steff here yet? Maybe she knows a way out, she is the who trapped me here!, or mayhap no, I, trapped myself. Although what about the letter? She had said that she was coming in person to say farewell today.
I don’t know... where is she going? And why? To study more? Is that even possible for her?
At the top of the stairs were archways, corridors and lobbies and then more archways, corridors and lobbies. Stefani hated the castle every time she had to go through this.
There were also more people dressed in splendid blue, inquiring about what she was doing in the castle, and she would have show them the handwritten note by Cinderella.
Also, there were more stairs, up and down, and up and down, and down and down, and down.
Does Ella hate the castle because of this? Then I will have to side with her, this is distressing, I don’t even remember where her room is!
I really need to see her before going!, she is only one I feel like telling it to, I really can’t bear home any longer.
She won’t understand, she still thinks that all this is child’s play; me posing as a villain like in my other tales. Nevertheless, this is important; this is going to set me free. This has proved that I have potential and I will set out today, with a new name.
There will no longer be a Stefani, no Strinen either. I love my new fame. People love the story! But I will have to leave that here too; I have obey my part of the deal, if the publisher obeys his part.
Hm, shedding names like how snakes shed skin...
Suddenly, Stefani looked around.
Oh my!, I am lost! This is more tangled than a labyrinth, I have to leave today, or I will be stuck as Stefani!
Oh, Biscuits of crystals! Where is Steff?
Cinderella was standing in the royal garden, her arms crossed.
I need to get out of this misery as soon as possible! I am going home with her, I can’t stand this anymore!
She let her hands fall to her sides and jerked, there was someone watching her behind, she turned slowly.
“Hello, Ella,” said Stefani, looking as if she has ran a great distance.
“I am coming home.”
“I, I miss Dell, and you, and some proper footwear.”
“What?, but, Ella, I am going—”
“I am going,” Stefani looked at her feet, “I am going out of the kingdom, I finally have enough money.”
“No, I can’t use that pseudonym anymore, but I can’t stay here anymore either!, you know mom!, she will never let me write.”
Cinderella raised an eyebrow, her face creasing, “Oh, so you want to write!?, After trapping me here? Oh yes, you want to be an author! Do you at least remember what I wanted to be?”
Mumbled Stefani “A hat maker or a seamstress, what are you trying to say?”
“You don’t understand? Oh yes, a princess can be a seamstress. Couldn’t you leave me as a spoiled child? Did you have to wreak it all?”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Yes you did!”
“I didn’t know that you would hate it so much.”
“You knew that I came to the ball just to taste the royal desserts!”
“I just changed it around a little!”
“What? Substituted it with a puny prince?”
“What is the problem with the prince?”
“Oh, nothing, I just feel like mopping the floor with him!”
“But Ella I—”
“Nothing!, I am coming with you!”
“I, am, coming, with, you!”
“But... hm, agreed”
Cinderella turned towards the setting sun and fell down, “Oh, biscuits of crystals!” she stood up, removed her shoes and threw them into the bushes.
“Barefoot?, and why are you going towards that direction?”
“Into the sunset?”
“I am the author here, and no, we have to go that way, or so I guess.”
“So...., we are doing this, we are shedding names like how snakes shed skin, we are leaving here, forever.
“But won’t we feel incomplete?”
“No we won’t, because we won’t be.”
ℑ𝔱’𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔢𝔵𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡. 𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, S𝔱𝔢𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔦 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞y𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, C𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 D𝔢𝔩𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡.