The suit was perfect. It was just...perfect. I kept the mask in my room...I don't know why.
"Cinderells! We're leaving!" Ann yelled up. I slipped my feet into to my nicest brown shoes. I ran downstairs, nearly falling.
"Oh!" my step mother looked surprised...and annoyed. I was scared of what she'd do.
"Isn't that my old shirt?" Stas asked, pointing at my shirt.
"N-No." I said, blinking. "I-I made this entire thing."
"Oh really?" Stas crossed his arms. I shivered as he stepped forward.
"I think that is your shirt!" my step mother said, a grin growing on her face. I took a step back, afraid.
Stas grabbed my shirt, eyes widening.
"That IS my shirt!" he shouted. He then ripped it, making me gasp. Half of my chest was exposed.
"My my, you are thin." my step mother chuckled. I held back my tears.
Show no fear, no saddness, no anger...
"Isn't that silver thread a gift from you to me, Mum?" Ann gasped.
"Please...no..." I whimpered, stepping back.
Too late. Ann lunged and tore my beautiful jacket, leaving it in tatters on the floor. Tears blinded me as my horrible step siblings tore my perfect suit.
I still didn't cry. I wouldn't give them that satisfaction.
"Oh dear. You can't go now. Bye!"
I waited until they left to cry, falling to the floor.
A/n: short cause I want the transformation to be a seperate chapter.
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Kinda what I based Ells' suit on. Just imagine it pink lmfao
