The Real Cinderella

Told through the eyes of her fairy godmother

By Kelley, Krista, Ryan, and Kellen

Once upon a time, there lived a poor and insecure girl named Cinderella that was in desperate need of a makeover. Her father had recently died, leaving her to live with her wicked stepmother and two selfish stepsisters. Because she was not related to them by blood, they treated her like dirt. Cinderella was forced to cook and clean and do any work there was to be done around the house.

Needless to say, there was never any time for pampering or shopping. So, like I said, she needed a makeover; and that is where I stepped in. I am a fairy godmother, and my job is to make dreams come true. I ensure all my clients end up living happily ever after.

Well in Cinderella’s case, I had my job cut out for me. It was going to take some work to turn this dirty, cinder-covered, rag torn girl into a real beauty. But I did it; and just in the nick of time. I took that diamond-in-the-rough, and turned her into a regular Barbie Doll. The prince didn’t stand a chance; so long as Cinderella followed all my instructions and returned home before midnight. At the stroke of midnight, all my magic would wear off and the new wardrobe, hair style, highlights, and makeup I applied would vanish—leaving Cinderella looking just as she had before.

Luckily for Cinderella, she did listen to me. But as she was sprinting down the palace steps, she lost one of her shoes. Of course there was no time to pick it up, so she never looked back.

The prince found the expensive designer shoe and vowed to marry the women whose foot fit the shoe.

The next day, the prince knocked at Cinderella’s door and she opened it. Of course, he didn’t recognize at first—looking the way she did, but he tried the shoe on her anyway. You know the rest, it fit perfectly! He told her that he must marry her at once.

Knowing that she was loved, boosted Cinderella’s self confidence so much that she became absolutely radiant. And with a lot of extra help from me, and a few beauty and fashion tips I passed on to her the night before—she was completely transformed! No longer was she the cinder girl, but she was the soon to be princess of the land.

Rags to riches—that’s just what I do. If it wasn’t for me, that girl would have nothing. She would still be dressed in rags, covered in soot, and cooking and cleaning for three women.

But who does everyone love and admire? Not me! I never get the credit I deserve. Maybe now that you have heard my side of the story—you can help me out. Spread the word. I am the heroine of the story. If it wasn’t for me, the fairy godmother, Cinderella would not have gotten her happily ever after ending. So give the credit where the credit is due! Fairy godmothers rule!