A little bit more of the 1st chapter of my story.... more like the preview...BUT NEEDS A TITLE!!!

by Er-Bear (Erin) in Texas

(needs a good title) PREVIEW

Streams of sunlight filtered through my blinds, waking me up. I was late. My eyes fluttered open at my dark, dungeon of a room, and I immediately got up and ready. If I was to go anywhere today, I’d better start early. I hastily combed through my golden-blonde hair, and tied it up with a sea green ribbon, the only one I could find. Glancing up, I noticed that I hadn’t even packed yet. Drat, I thought to myself. I thought I did. As I hurriedly threw random scraps of clothing into my satchel, I reflected absentmindedly on why I was leaving. It wasn’t a pleasant memory. You see, my story resembles the ancient, varied story of Cinderella, except I’m almost positive I won’t end up with a prince charming.

This nightmare started when my father married a duchess. She had two daughters, stuck up, rude, and horrible. Sound harsh? Well, you’d say the same thing if you knew them. One’s name was Christina; the other’s name was Carmen. Both just as mean as the other. Well, after I just described my precious stepsisters, my stepmother makes them sound like angels. She is ten times wicked than the two of them combined. My father was a wealthy farmer, and a wise man, and married the duchess so he would have “a suitable partner in raising me up”. He thought he could do better in raising me with a woman in the house. I hate to say this, but he was drastically wrong. She sweet- talked him into marrying her, but really, she was just in it for his land and money.

            My father went on a journey one summer, when I was fifteen, for the king. The king was ill, and so much so that he was having a touch time ruling the kingdom. Many people from all over the village, and knights of the castle went looking for a special herb that is said to cure even the worst sickness, just by inhaling the fragrance. My father was an able man; he set off almost immediately. “Anything to help our kingdom,” he declared before riding away on Storm, our charcoal and white horse. After he disappeared into the distance, I never saw him again, the king died, and I was left in a chaotic kingdom, stuck in a house full of evil girls. Until this morning.