Cinderella Must-Haves: A Wicked Stepmom and Evil Stepsisters
“Mom! Kayoung is squishing me!” Nayoung shrieked.
“Am not!” Kayoung protested.
“Calm down, girls! There isn’t enough space in this truck!” Your stepmom snarled.
From the trunk of the pick-up truck, you rolled your eyes *At least your inside. When the car is speeding 60 miles per hour in autumn and you’re sitting outside squished between a bet and lamp, it isn’t as warm as you think it is.*
The fraternal twins started arguing some more.
You plugged your earphones into your ears and closed your eyes. Still, you could hear their annoying bickering. On top of that, now your stepmom was starting to scream.
They adamantly shook their heads, “Uh-uh! We like to have our own personal space.”
You sighed, “Then where do I stay?” The twins glanced up. Your jaw dropped, “Oh no.”
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You wearily dragged the box across the squeaking, wooden floor of the attic. All the dust collected up into the air. You coughed and waved your hand with watery eyes. You pushed the last box into the wall and sank onto the ground. You looked around the small, cramped space and miserably said, “You have got to be kidding me.”
You touched the locket around your neck that had once been your biological mother’s, “Mom, can you believe this?”
You knew what your mom would do. She would give you a big smile and say, “Take that something negative and make it into something brilliantly positive. I know you can do it because you’re my daughter.”
You softly smiled, “You’re right mom. I can do it.” You stood up and stretched as you courageously yelled, “I CAN DO ANYTHING!”
“QUIET DOWN!” Your stepmom…show more content… The phone rang and you heard your stepmom’s tinkling laughter.
*Dad.* You knew.
A moment later, she called, “Oh sweetie~ it’s your father! Come down, ~~~~~~~ , dear!”
You rolled your eyes *Two-faced bull-dog!* You stomped downstairs. She gave you the phone with a glare, as if she was daring you to say something bad about her. You took the phone, “Hi, dad.” “Hi, honey. How are you?”
“Good.” You traced random shapes against the kitchen tile.
“How is the moving-in coming along?” He asked.
You glanced at the squabbling twins and snickered, “Good.”
“Do you like your new room?” He questioned.
You looked up towards the attic, “Yeah. It’s wonderful. Better than the old place.”
“That’s one reason why I love you, ~~~~. You’re always so optimistic. Just like your mother.” Your dad admiringly chuckled.
You softly smiled, “I miss you, dad.”
“I miss you, too. I’ll come up as soon as things are organized here. I promise you that I’ll get back on my feet, get my business starting again, and buy an even bigger house than the last one.” He swore.
“Don’t work too hard.” You whispered.
“You, too, honey. I love you. How much do you think I do?” Your dad
