Cinderella was a sweet girl who had a loving father and mother. Once her mother past away her father remarried to a horrible woman with horrible daughters. Soon her father died under weird circumstance, and her stepmother inherit the house, the farm and all his money. Cinderella fear that she was going to get kicked out or worst be killed. Instead her stepmother and stepsisters abuse her and treated her like a servant. Cooking, and cleaning for them, sometimes being their personal punching bag.

She was covered in bruises and only had rags to wear, she couldn’t escape the house of horrors. She soon snapped. She thought up many ways to get rid of her horrible family members. Grabbing the ax from the shed and hacking them away. Cutting up their body into pieces and ground up the meat and bones. Making them in a stew to feed to the poor.

No, no that is too messy, you have to be a lady about it. How about shooting them in the head with your father’s old pistol? Then bury their bodies in the garden and watch the roses grow over them.

No, no their bodies will be too heavy to carry and you are weak from lack of food. Maybe strangling them or smothering them in their sleep? Say it was natural causes.

No, no you don’t want them to die so easily, you have to let them suffer. Then she notice the mice running across the floor, she just grin.

“That’s how I’ll do it.”

So every day when she made their food for them, she would sprinkle rat poison in the food. With each day, they would get sicker, complaining about stomach pains and throwing up. Cinderella being the sweet girl she was would help take care of them, trying to nurse them back to health.

A month past and her stepmother and sisters were dead. Soon the house, the farm and money was all hers. No one suspected a thing, Cinderella was a sweet girl and her family was so cruel to her. They were happy that she got her happily ever after.