Cinderella

I hate my sister. No, I really really hate her. She is such a conceited little bitch and I can't take it anymore.
We went shoe shopping today. As you can imagine, it didn't go too well.
Every time Her Highness and her bf take me to the city, I'm supposed to walk behind them humbly and keep my mouth shut so I don't, heaven forbid, upset the princess with something I might say. Just don't spread the nervous, she often says. I am also supposed to be eternally grateful for the shown grace of taking me with them. I am the ugly, poor sister, she is the pretty, rich one. I should take crumbs and be happy.
So today we were going to all these shoe stores and I found my shoes rather quickly. She found boots she liked but they didn't have her size so she went to another place of theirs but the boots were still too big and she got upset. And when I say upset, I mean fucking pissed off. When she's in that state, she needs a scape goat. Guess who volunteered to be one merely by being there.
We entered another store and she's frowning to the shoes and I know she won't find anything cuz she has her mind set on the pair that was too big and as she's flipping a boot in her hands she goes: I know I won't find another ones I like. It's how I am. And I say: Then let's go home., and she says with poison in her tone: YOU go home. You go home by bus.
And I did.
Technically, I took the train but I did leave. I've had it. Every time they would graciously take me with them she'd threaten me with going home by bus. I hate how she makes me feel small and irrelevant, how she humiliates me.

Well guess what, bitch. Not no more. This was the last time I've let you make me feel like a Cinderella. I may not have money, I may not have a boyfriend, but at least I have my pride so you can go and piss on someone else from now on. Bitch. I hate you.

And Cinderella's got new shoes.