I groan as I sit up, or at least attempt to sit up.

My body hurts and I can hear my bones cracking from

the effort.

I realize two things when I finally manage to get into a sitting position.

One, I’m on the hard ground and I have no recollection of falling asleep there.

Two, I was as filthy as a chimney sweep, in a dress I again have no recollection of putting on.

Holding out my arms in front of my face and turning it around, my eyes widen in horror as I stare at
my arms and legs, seemingly not recognizing my own body. My palms were dry and cracked, the
color of my skin was barely visible from the soot and grime coating it, I had dirt beneath my normally
perfectly manicured nails, my feet looked way way smaller than usual like that of a child’s and most
horrifying of all I was wearing the most hideous dress I had ever set my eyes on.

My brain is fuzzy as I try to recall what the hell I was doing on the ground, my pulse quickens the
second the thought of me getting drunk or high pops into my head, why else would my brain feel
fuzzy and would I not recall sleeping on the floor?

I distinctly remember getting into bed after praying Isha last night and…. coming to think of it,
looking around I don’t see my bed anywhere, or my dresser, or closet door, or full-length mirror, or
reading table. My head swivels around in panic searching for anything bearing any semblance to my
room. To ensure me that I was safe and sound at home and not in fact in a strange place…all alone.

A sick feeling settles at the pit of my stomach as I realize I don’t have the slightest idea where I am.

Wondering what time, it is, I attempt to stand up and immediately regret that decision, a searing
pain shoots through my spine, my arms, legs everywhere was hurting like I had just partaken in some
intense manual labor.

I don’t let that deter me though, I get up anyways and try to do the stretches my personal trainer
taught me … again it is a big mistake and I stop immediately as the pain in my body only gets worse.

I am so spending the day in a bath tub of hot water and then I am going to get a massage then a
mani-pedi.

I thought grimly remembering the poor state of my body.

All I have to do is figure out where I am and how the hell to get home and quick. Plunging my hand
into the pocket of the hideous thing I was wearing, I felt for my phone to use google maps hoping
against hope that I’d get a signal when I realize that the pocket was empty.

Dread filled me completely now,

She can either scream and attract her evil step sisters her dad and lady Tremaine, her dad will insult
her nd they’ll tell her to get to work nd shell be confused as to why theyr calling her ella,
Or shell wander around the house and end up in one of the girls room, then shell scream when she
sees her reflection nd the sister will scream attracting the house hold then they’ll call her ell and
shell tell them that she isn’t ella blah blah