More than a Pretty Face

Why me? Why me? The same two words keep going through my head over and over again. Why am I always stuck doing all of the chores around here? Those other two get to do anything they want. I feel like I am being punished for something.

It all started when my Dad died. That is the day my whole world collapsed. He was the most amazing man, plain and simple. Shortly before he got sick he married a woman who I thought loved me. Boy, was I wrong. She didn’t love me. Not even close. In fact, her and her daughters have been jealous of me all along.

The worst part, other than losing my Dad, were my two new “sisters.” In my mind, we were going to be best friends, and tell each other our deepest darkest secrets. Wrong!

As I put on a happy face and do my long list of daily tasks, I am secretly plotting my escape. My escape from a life that would only be filled with sadness and hatred. Just waiting for the perfect time to make my move. My time will come; I just need to be patient.

The day has arrived.

My Stepmother has planned a huge party for one of my evil sisters. Of course I am stuck planning the entire thing. But this time I do it with a smile because I know it is the last time I will be forced to do anything. That is, as long as my plan works.

I am completely exhausted but I must keep going. After I was finally excused from setting up the party, I put on the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. I can’t believe that I made this dress! It may have taken me six months, but I did it. I felt like a Princess!

I sneak into the party hoping and praying that no one recognizes me. I see him! He is across the room talking to a few friends. I have to get close to him and get him to notice me. He is my only chance out of here!

Walking briskly, I stumble slightly. My shoe flies off and hits him in the head. I hold my breathe, hoping he is not mad. Instead, he bends down to help me up with my shoe in hand. Not only does he make sure that I am okay, but he delicately puts my shoe back on my foot.

Who is this guy?

He is my Prince Charming, of course. He may not know it yet, but he is going to save me from this horrible life. Sometimes fate just needs a little help along. After all, a girl can’t wait for things to fall into place; it’s not like life is a fairy tale.

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