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Cinderella Personal Narrative Essay

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Cinderella Trust the gut. People always say trust the gut. I sat in the cold pew, hard and solid. I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t melt through the pew. She walked down the aisle. The devil dressed in white. I can hear my brother whispering in my ear, chills running down my spine as I realized what he was saying. “She is going to turn us into slaves. She is going to make us clean the toilet with toothbrushes and wash the floors on our hands and knees.” My stomach was churning. Something was wrong. Then everything registered, I was on the roller coaster of life and I didn’t put my seat belt on. I was falling. I looked around me and all I saw was white, her face appeared in front of me and she smiled. “Save yourself, no one is here to grab …show more content…

“Go to your room!” She was right in my face as my chest was aching. She pushed me? When? My dad 's voice was soothing to my soul as he said, “Cheyanne please go to your room, I need to talk to your mom.” She’s not my mom. “Stepmom.” My face was stinging. She slapped me. “Disrespectful child!” “Go to your room now!” I ran. I ran like I was going to die if I stopped. My face burned, my ear was on fire, and my chest was aching. What did I do? June 25th, 2005. My life changed. My world flipped. My brother was right. My gut was right. Everyday a living hell. From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley. I had to grow up fast. I didn’t have time to be a child. I didn’t have time to be free. I didn’t have time to have fun. Work, chores, church. Replay. Work, chores, church. Replay. Thirteen years later and I move to the same rhythm. Back track to Eighth grade. I had a job. I went to church four times a week. I worked over the summer. I had free time to read. I had no phone, no friends, no home, and no mom. My dad always worked and my brother always played computer. I had no mom, just the devil. Sitting in our house church I hear my pastor saying, “Jodee is a great example of a christian mom. Look at her children. I remember before she came into Cheyanne’s and Tyler’s life, they were crazy, but she came along and it was like they joined the military.” Flashes crossed my mind. Screaming, yelling, threats, crying, desperation, no hope, no love, and no

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