Cindy bella.

Once upon a time, in a society fuelled by alcohol and drug abuse, two inebriated teenagers created a beautiful, vulnerable yet unwanted child. Given the circumstances they put the innocent child up for adoption. One would like to say the young one went to a loving family who cherished her, however that was not the case as our young new born was the unlucky victim of The Smiths. They named her Cindy-bella but called her Cindy for short. And so our tale of torture begins.

Cindy became the bottom of the food chain. The runt of the litter. A burden on The Smith family. Which leaves us to wonder why did they adopt her if she became a figure of resentment? Well, when Cindy mastered the ability to walk she became The Smiths personal slave to the horrific mother, Mrs Smith. To worsen delicate Cindy's situation she had to cater, to every need, for Mrs Smiths monstrous triplets. Katrina, Kelly and Katy. The terrible triplets were ugly as sin which resulted in the label 'The Ugly Sisters' around the local council state. Cindy lived a strenuous, exhausting lifestyle, waiting hand and foot on The Smiths. She was commanded to do imperative fag runs and topping up the white lightening when they were running low. Furthermore Cindy would never receive to the estate house parties, which elated the ugly sisters. Every Friday night they would bellow 'CINDY STRAUGHTEN MY HAIR.' 'CINDY CURL MY EYELASHES.' One night when The Smiths were out the dingy council house, Cindy took advantage of the golden opportunity. She crept into the dark room of the dark twins tingling with excitement. Full to the brim with anticipation applied make up, did up her hair, slipped on a pair of heels and Katy's famous little black dress (which looked more like a boob tube then a dress.) With this new found confidence she strutted to the party two houses down. When she entered the music flowed through her bones. The scent of cheap perfume from Tescos excited her senses. The atmosphere transformed her normally grim face to a smile from ear to ear. For the first time in her life she felt truly happy. After several cans of Tescos own lager and a couple of line of cheap cocaine Cindy was in full party mode. She ventured into the box size kitchen only to be struck by the most beautiful man she had laid her eyes on. His matching burberry tracksuit, along with his shaved head and heavy gold chain, made her heart melt. They gazed at each other as if they were thinking the same thing. He approached her, dumbfounded by her beautify and the shortness of her gown. 'Hi, im Aaron' he said in a low, thuggish tone which drew her In furthermore. She struggled to reply, still recovering from her heart racing, yet she stuttered back 'Hey, Im Cindy.' He smiled, his gold tooth shimmered. Before they could exchange any more conversation Cindy heard the shrieking cackle of Kelly followed by the eery voice of Katy. With her eyes welling up she ran to the door not realising her gold hoop earring fell out. Cindy jumped into her house, reluctantly put her rags back on and hung up the dress. The hair was greased back into it's usual style and there she was. The misundrstood, slave girl destined to a life of misery. Cindy locked herself in her room sobbing endlessly, realising that life had dealt her a bad hand.

A month passed, and Cindy lulled back into the drab routine of the skivvy to her relentless, evil family. Our damsel in distress still pondered on the night in which she fell in love, however reality always struck like a knife. Another lonely evening in her room, doing the ironing occurred when Cindy cried to herself 'I wish someone would save me.' In an instant, a lady appeared in her room. The mystery woman was haggard and had a bizarre stench, however her presence eased the battered nerves of Cindy. 'Why, who are you?' she stammered in curiosity. 'I, my love, am your fairy god mother and there is no need to be scared precious. My intentions are good. I am here to rescue you.' The old lady continued. 'I am going to give you a makeover, provide transport and reunite you with your beloved Aaron. Tonight Cindy, you shall go to the party.' The Fairy God mother waved her wand and lightening shook the house. In the blink of an eye Cindy transformed into one of the most stunning chavettes on the estate. A taxi pulled up at the door, but before Cindy sunk in to the front seat the fairy god mother heckled her 'make haste dear, there is a catch. My magic runs out at midnight. You have to return home by then.' Cindy nodded and so she was off to change her life.

She stood at the front door, having arrived at her destination. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, in an attempt to prepare her self for whatever was about to happen. In and out. In and out. She checked the time. 10 o clock. 'I have two hours to do this.' Cindy took three steps. Three vital steps to a new life. She pushed open the door, about to explode with fear and self deprecation. Her eyes fell on Aaron, and his on her, all tension was relieved. He couldn't believe his luck that he had found her again, after a month of intrepid searching for the owner of the plastic gold hoop. The three ugly sisters, who consequently all had their eyes on Aaron, synchronously screeched in horror at what they were witnessing 'CINDY GO HOME NOW.' Cindy was immune to their wallowing. Aaaron handed her the earring and grabbed her nervous, clammy hands. 'I knew I would find you.' He threw his cigarette on the carpet creating a burn on the floor to match the rest. They embraced eachother, lips touching, the taste of cigarettes lingering. For Cindy, she was at home and everything was complete. They got a cosy flat, from the council, and together they lived happily ever after.
The end.