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Breaking the glass slipper

Moving on to when I was slightly older. Disney remained a main feature in my life, though now at the age of eight it managed to get me into a bit of bother.  I was stood in the doorway of my older sister’s bedroom. I was all dressed up as snow white, I even had a big red bow in my short black hair. My two best friends were waiting for me downstairs, each dressed as Cinderella and Aurora respectively. They were waiting on me to begin our game. I’d told them I had a surprise that would make us look like proper princess’s. My sister had a ginormous collection of high heeled shoes, most of which she happily let me borrow, I often used them for such games and the two pairs in my arms were old and I knew they wouldn’t be missed. But they weren’t the problem. In the corner of the room, displayed prettily on top of their box were my sisters brand new ruby red heels. They were the most beautiful shoes I had ever seen, they were smothered in glitter and they seemed to glow in the light. They were also my sister’s prom shoes, shoes she herself hadn’t even worn yet. Shoes she had told me specifically not to touch. But I was young and I wanted to impress my friends. Besides, she wasn’t going to be home from school for at least an hour and I could have them back in her room before then, she never needed to know.
Before I was even aware I was downstairs and the shoes were on my feet and I was dancing in front of my friends. As id expected they were amazed at the shoes, I preened like a peacock, adoring the attention. The shoes were too big for my feet and it was a struggle to stay upright but I wasn’t concerned.

Awhile later disaster struck. Amidst all the fun and games, I’d lost track of time, it was gone three and I could hear my sister’s keys scraping at the door. In my hurry, I had attempted to run for the stairs, in hopes of getting her shoes back to their perch before I was killed. But in my haste, I tripped.  My eyes watered and I winced at the pain in my knee, for a moment I was concerned with the scrape on my skin. But then I saw what had happened and my perspective changed. The beautiful jeweled heel of my sister’s brand new prom shoes had snapped clean off and was rolling towards the door that she had just walked though. I looked up in horror.  My sisters face was a stone-cold mask and her eyes were blazing with fire. I was in trouble.

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