By Sreenidhi Srinivasan
Poor darling Ella. Precious, gentle Ella. Ella is kind and brave. She toils and she toils. But that evil stepmother and those nasty stepsisters. Ella deserves so much more.
That’s what they all say.
But I know better.
I know what she does when she thinks everyone is asleep. I saw her.
I used to be under her spell too. I happily partook in her little tea parties. But that was before I saw her.
One night I couldn’t sleep because idiot Gus, lying next to me, was snoring especially loudly. I heard the door open softly and saw Ella stepping out. I thought I’d give her company and followed her out.
Little did I know what I would witness next.
She went inside her father’s old study and bent down on the floor. Lifting the loose floorboard, she took out a box she had hid from us all.
I watched on, stunned, as she took out three dolls that looked suspiciously like the three other human inhabitants of the house.
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