You can probably figure out that my daughters were not happy with this, at all. My daughters were not always snot-nosed brats. They were always so polite, nice, and even selfless when Ella’s dad and I got married.  They became snot-nosed brats for two reasons: 1. When Ella’s dad died, they didn’t show it, but I knew that they were really sad, and 2. They got jealous when I spent most of my time with Ella. After her dad died, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t move. I didn’t eat. I didn’t talk. I called that time period the trans-phase. When I was in that trans, Drizella and Anastasia (my daughters) made Ella do all of their, and my, chores, and I didn’t do anything about it. One time Ella came into my room in tears and asked, “why are you not doing anything?” I was too stupid to say anything, even if she was in tears. Although she was only 10 years old.
When I got out of the trans phase the house was so clean. It looked like I had ten different maids come every ten minutes, but I knew I only had one full time maid, Ella. The house was cleaner then I kept it! So I did what I had to do. I started to treat Ella like my daughters did when I was in the time when I did absolutely nothing, and I praised Drizella and Anastasia. The house stayed clean, so I stayed mean. I never wanted to be mean, I always loved her, I still love her today, even if she made my life suck. Ella never talked to me again, she never even looked at me the same. So that was good. If she looked at me like she used to I would snap out of it and start to love her like I did before. As she grew up, I got meaner and meaner because I knew she could take it.
When Ella’s dad died he left 3 things, money, the house, and Ella. I adopted Ella just before he died, so she was mine. I did whatever I wanted to do to her. In the start I felt bad, but as I write this now I don’t; because of me, she got a prince. Because of me, she is rich. Because of me she lives in a castle, and because of me I never saw her, in person, again.

Anyway, back to my side of the story. When Ella was at the high end of being a teenager there was a ball coming up for the prince to find a wife. I knew that Ella wanted to go. I knew the prince would love her. I knew that I would take my daughters to the ball. I also knew that the prince wouldn’t take a second look at them. Again, I did what I had to do. I made her pick beans out of the ashes in the fireplace. I did more stuff too, but that was so long ago that I forgot what I did.
I don’t know how she completed all those tasks but she did. I saw her at the ball dancing with the prince, I barely even recognized her, but I saw that same look she used to give me and her father. She was looking at the prince. I knew that she loved him, because I saw how much fun she was having. For the last time I did what I had to do. I let her dance, and I kept my daughters away from the prince. Of course they were mad and suspicious, but they listened to me.
I kept watching her dance until I heard the bells, and  saw her run away. I looked at the clock to see that is was midnight. I told her we would be home now. She has a head start! I grabbed the girls and ran to the carriage and raced home.
When I got home, the house was spotless. The only thing that ran through my mind was, how? How did she compete the impossible chores that I set up for her?  I never found an answer to that. I saw her on the couch sleeping, so peacefully. I snapped back to my old self and woke her up. I yelled at her for being asleep on the couch. The last thing I remember about that night was running to my newly cleaned room and crying. All night, I cried. 
The next morning I heard the news as soon as it got out. The prince was coming to all the houses with a glass slipper that someone left at the ball. Rumor was that the person who owned the glass slipper is the person he fell in love with. I sat in front of the fire and waited.
About thirty minutes later there was a small knock on the door, and I quietly jumped up. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but I opened the door to see the prince. I told him to come in and that I would go get my daughters. When I got upstairs I pushed Ella into her bed and wrapped her so tightly that she couldn’t get out. I got my daughters and ran downstairs.
Both my daughter almost broke the shoe trying to get their feet into it. When I tried, I slipped my foot in harmlessly, Maybe a little too harmlessly; my foot was too small.
The rest of what I still remember is that the prince asked if there was anyone else in the house, and Ella walking down the stairs, putting the shoe on perfectly, becoming a princess. Even though I never showed it, I always loved Ella. That day, I only felt happiness. All those movies you watch, and all the stories you read, they over exaggerate of how mean I really was.  So there she is a princess, and here I am the evil stepmother.

Anyway, back to my side of the story. When Ella was at the high end of being a teenager there was a ball coming up for the prince to find a wife. I knew that Ella wanted to go. I knew the prince would love her. I knew that I would take my daughters to the ball. I also knew that the prince wouldn’t take a second look at them. Again, I did what I had to do. I made her pick beans out of the ashes in the fireplace. I did more stuff too, but that was so long ago that I forgot what I did.
I don’t know how she completed all those tasks but she did. I saw her at the ball dancing with the prince, I barely even recognized her, but I saw that same look she used to give me and her father. She was looking at the prince. I knew that she loved him, because I saw how much fun she was having. For the last time I did what I had to do. I let her dance, and I kept my daughters away from the prince. Of course they were mad and suspicious, but they listened to me.
I kept watching her dance until I heard the bells, and  saw her run away. I looked at the clock to see that is was midnight. I told her we would be home now. She has a head start! I grabbed the girls and ran to the carriage and raced home.
When I got home, the house was spotless. The only thing that ran through my mind was, how? How did she compete the impossible chores that I set up for her?  I never found an answer to that. I saw her on the couch sleeping, so peacefully. I snapped back to my old self and woke her up. I yelled at her for being asleep on the couch. The last thing I remember about that night was running to my newly cleaned room and crying. All night, I cried. 
The next morning I heard the news as soon as it got out. The prince was coming to all the houses with a glass slipper that someone left at the ball. Rumor was that the person who owned the glass slipper is the person he fell in love with. I sat in front of the fire and waited.
About thirty minutes later there was a small knock on the door, and I quietly jumped up. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but I opened the door to see the prince. I told him to come in and that I would go get my daughters. When I got upstairs I pushed Ella into her bed and wrapped her so tightly that she couldn’t get out. I got my daughters and ran downstairs.
Both my daughter almost broke the shoe trying to get their feet into it. When I tried, I slipped my foot in harmlessly, Maybe a little too harmlessly; my foot was too small.
The rest of what I still remember is that the prince asked if there was anyone else in the house, and Ella walking down the stairs, putting the shoe on perfectly, becoming a princess. Even though I never showed it, I always loved Ella. That day, I only felt happiness. All those movies you watch, and all the stories you read, they over exaggerate of how mean I really was.  So there she is a princess, and here I am the evil stepmother.