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Disney's Dispair

She's at it again. I can hear her grumbling behind my back as I lean in towards my bathroom mirror. It's only 7:30 in the morning and already she's getting snippy. My hair isn't right, my make up is too light, my clothes are too ragged... she just never stops.

I sigh and straighten back up reaching for my tooth brush and the bubble gum toothpaste she insists that I still need despite my advanced age. I'm not four anymore, but she'll never see it. After brushing my teeth I move on with my morning ritual, dragging a brush through my curls and praying that she isn't watching as I throw them up into a rather sad ponytail. Just to get on her nerves I skip the make up completely and make my way back into my room to find the day's clothing. Distracted, I make a grab for a t-shirt and sigh when I realize that there are none clean. My gaze drifts to the pretty blouses that are lined up on hangers gathering dust and I resolutely try to find the most comfortable looking one. Not that it's that easy.

My alarm beeps alerting me that I have to be at school in a half hour. I'm out of time. Groaning I cover my eyes and spin around in an absurd version of blind man's bluff before reaching for a blouse. Upon uncovering my eyes I can't help but wince. It's pink... and it's frilly. I dress in my favorite jeans to offset the discomfort of the shirt and grab for my sneakers under the bed only to find them missing. A brand new pair is in their place.

Finally fed up I toss them into the closet and pull on my boots glaring at the clock. Twenty minutes left. That means no time for breakfast. I snatch my bag up and throw its nylon strap over my head so that it sits comfortably and slip out hoping to escape the kitchen before she notices how I'm dressed.

No such luck. I sigh and turn to face my stepmother's glare. Despite her attempts, I knew that I would never actually like the pretty things that she shoved at me in the name of “motherly love”, trying desperately to prove that she was not the fairy tale's wicked stepmother.

“Why in the world are you wearing jeans with that top?!”

Yep. She's definitely Disney's despair.

Category: EJ | Added by: EJKridom (07 October 08) | Author: EJ
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