It isn t fair It really isn t fair!

Have you ever felt that you hate someone so much you want to kill them every time you see them? Well I have. It isn t easy being the ugly stepsister. Everybody hates me, calling me nasty names behind my back, sometimes even in front of me as if I m not there. I, as hard as it may be to believe, have feelings too you know. They always feels so sorry for poor little Cinderella, but what about me? Do you know how many hours and effort it takes to be this ugly? I mean ugliness doesn t come to you naturally, you have to work hard for it. Every morning I wake up at 4 am to powder my warts, straighten the hair in my ears and stand in front of the mirror, crimping my hair for two hours to make it look like a bird nest. *sniff sniff* I deserve a little sympathy. Does my fairy godmother ever turn up with a magic wand? Does the prince ever dance with me at the ball? Not on your life. Disney has some serious explaining to do. I mean do you ever see Mickey Mouse with an ugly witch sister or Nemo with an evil twin fish. NO! Did they not even consider how hard they were making life for us sisters. Not that I care what my twin does, the idiot. We don t even talk to each other, she being too busy worrying how big her but looks in her gowns. Urgghh! I hate her so much! Do you know what she did the other day? I was sitting on the couch watching the telly when she bends down in front of me and FARTS! FARTS! Urrrgh! Drizella s the evil one, not me! So why am I getting punished? If you ask me, that Cinderella is weird. Certainly, she isn t normal. Besides the fact that she has naturally curly hair and wears size 4 shoes, she is so good-natured that it s downright sickening. If you had to dust and sweep and clean all day long, would you go around like a nut job singing to the birds? Would you obey every command if your evil sisters who try to make your life hell? Of course you wouldn t. No sensible person would. And then there s the fact that every single pumpkin of Cinderella turns into a coach while the best I can ever hope for with my pumpkins is a decent piece of pie. And as for the rats, well, rats are rats, with their sneaky eyes and skinny tails, nibbling and gnawing at the garbage. I never saw one yet who turned into a coachman. Just because my face is green, a perfect result from hours of facials, a lot of people think I m jealous of her. Maybe I am. And with good reason. I subsisted on seven hundred calories a day for three whole weeks before the ball, eating only celery sticks and cabbage CABBAGE for gods sake! I thought I was going to die of hunger after an hour of the stupid diet. I did my leg-lift exercises faithfully. I got a perm and a facial and a manicure. I even bought a new gown. Blue velvet. Designer label. I mean, I was ready. Princey, I thought to myself, here I come! And what happened? Little Cindy, who doesn t know the difference between Justin Bieber and Cody Simpson, who has never seen the inside of a health club in her life and who doesn t know the caloric difference between boiled broccoli and double chocolate fudge brownies with mocha sauce, whips together a dress out of some old curtains from K-Mart, waltzes off to the ball and snags the prince. It isn t fair! It really isn t fair

It isn t fair It really isn t fair! Have you ever felt that you hate someone so much you want to kill them every time you see them? (except for M&M) Well I have. You see, it isn t easy being the ugly stepsister. Everybody hates me, calling me nasty names behind my back, sometimes even in front of me as if I m not there; so cruel. I, as hard as it may be to believe, have feelings too you know. They always feels so sorry for poor little Cinderella, but what about me? Do you know how many hours and effort it takes to be this ugly? I mean ugliness doesn t come to you naturally, you have to be born with it. her gowns. I hate her so much! What, with her constant nagging (yack yack yack), pulling my hair and farting in my face when I m sleeping. Which normal person would like her? Urrrgh! Drizella s the evil one, not me! So why am I getting punished? If you ask me, that Cinderella is weird. Certainly, she isn t normal. Besides the fact that she has naturally curly hair and wears size 4 shoes, she is so good-natured that it s downright sickening. If you had to dust and sweep and clean all day long, would you go around singing to the birds? day for three whole weeks before the ball, eating only celery sticks and cabbage CABBAGE for gods sake! I thought I was going to die of hunger after an hour of the stupid diet. I did my leg-lift exercises faithfully. I got a perm and a facial and a manicure. I even bought a new gown. Blue velvet. Designer label. I mean, I was ready. Princey, I thought to myself, here I come! And what happened? Little Cindy, who doesn t know the difference between Justin Bieber and Cody Simpson, who has never seen the inside of a health club in her life and who doesn t know the caloric difference between

Every day I have to powder my warts to make them extra large and stand in front of the mirror, teasing my hair for two hours to make it look like a birds nest. *sniff sniff* I deserve a little sympathy. Does my fairy godmother ever turn up with a magic wand? Does the prince ever dance with me at the ball? Not on your life. Disney has some serious explaining to do. I mean do you ever see Mickey Mouse with an ugly witch sister or Nemo with an evil twin fish. NO! Did they not even consider how hard they were making life for us sisters. Not that I care what my stupid twin does, twit. We don t even talk to each other, she being too busy worrying how big her but looks in Would you obey every command if your evil sisters who try to make your life hell? Of course you wouldn t. No sensible person would. The best I can ever hope for with my pumpkins is a decent piece of pie. And as for the rats, well, rats are rats, with their sneaky eyes and skinny tails, nibbling and gnawing at the garbage. I never saw one yet who turned into a coachman. Just because my face is green, a perfect result from hours of facials, a lot of people think I m jealous of her. Maybe I am. And with good reason. I subsisted on seven hundred calories a between boiled broccoli and double chocolate fudge brownies with mocha sauce, whips together a dress out of some old curtains from KMart, waltzes off to the ball and snags the prince. It isn t fair! It really isn t fair