Cinderella Rant (Catcher in the Rye style)

Cinderella Rant (Catcher in the Rye style)

? Hey. The name’s Cinderella. Where I want to begin my story is when my Daddy married this phony after Mama passed away. Now I have actually got two crumby step-sisters, who aren’t precisely on the pretty side, and they make me work in the goddamn cooking area. I mean for chrissake, they make me work in my own goddamn cooking area. So anyway, this person came over and welcomed them to some dance. I guess he was some sort of prince or something. Well I didn’t seem like being poor and depressed all night so I went to the dance to. It had lots of jerks. I imply these people were real snobs.

This one guy was virtually on top of me for God’s sake. It was that fake the Prince. So I danced with the person, I’m not exactly sure why, him being such a snob and all. Then it was midnight and I didn’t much feel like remaining. On my escape my goddamn shoe fell off. I suggest that’s the last thing I need today for chrissake. Anyway the Prince came over and selected it up. I guess he was some kind of perv or something. I didn’t want to talk to him or anything, so I left there like a bat out of hell. The next day the perv pertains to my goddamn home with my goddam shoe.

He tries to put it on those dopes, my sisters. It does not fit. Obviously it does not fit for chrissake. I imply take a look at those feet. They appear like some sort of clown feet or something. Any idiot can inform it does not fit. This Prince person isn’t too intense. Anyway, he comes over to me a puts it on, that’s when he asked to marry me. I turned him down. I didn’t want to be disrespectful or anything, but he was such a goddam phony. They’re all goddam phonies, the Prince, my sis, my step-mom, all of them. I think I actually kind of hate this location.

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