It was a beautiful fall day as Miranda had looked out the window, it was just like she had dreamed it would be. The colors were very colorful and it was a beautiful sight to see at last.
Although the weatherman had said there would be slight chances of snow, that did not bother Miranda one bit, at least for now. Miranda was looking out the window of her bedroom, the attic had been created into a room when Miranda's father remarried after the late death of Miranda's mother. Collier James Palmer was a sucessful businessman who had made top dollar on every single thing that he had made, his second wife was said to be the hated woman in the world, if anyone knew her they would not even bother to call on her.
Melissa Rounder Palmer the second wife of Collier was very proud and had thought of her daughters the only beautiful daughters in the world, she had counted Miranda as a low dirt girl who did not know where she had came from. Melissa was six foot four, weighing one hundred and sixty-two pounds with having not a single freckle nor a single pimple nothing on her body except for her thick hair that was ontop of her head, her eyes blue like the sea and her hair a extreme bleach color blond that would blind your eyes if you had ever seen it in the light, her skin is very pale and if you had seen her then you would probably think she is a ghost of how pale she is. Even though she is like a devil's angel by her actions, but her voice sounds like a angel singing when she sings. Her "opera" vibrato voice would make you melt.
But the distractions is that her nose sticks out cricked and is rather large and her lips looked like they had been smashed in the door as how big the lips look like. No matter how awful or beautiful she may look her actions towards her step-daughter is very cruel indeed as it is, and though Collier could do nothing for Miranda was forbidden not to say a word, somehow and some way Miranda's wish will come true.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Oldaio (a cinderella story)
Posted by Mary Church at 4:39 PM
Labels: A Cinderella Story
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I like how descriptive you are in your story. I could imagine everything so perfectly. You're very talented Mary.
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