Kirsten had just finished lunch and was feeling a bit sleepy, so she decided to lay down for a nap.
"Kirsten, what do you think you're doing? Wake up! Come on, hurry up!"
"Huh?...." Kirsten rubbed her eyes and looked up. She was surprised when she saw Esmeralda standing over her with her hands on her hips.
"You still have a whole load of laundry to do! And there's dirty dishes to wash! There's no time for sleeping!" Esmeralda tapped her foot persistently on the wooden floor, "Oh and my shoes are getting dusty, sweep and mop up this floor!"
Kirsten got up from her bed and looked around the dirty house. "This is strange," she thought, "The house wasn't like this before I fell asleep...."
Esmeralda was in the pantry, stuffing her face and dropping crumbs all over the place. "What are you looking at? Get to cleaning!" She snapped at Kirsten, who was now standing in the doorway.
Kirsten had- had enough. "What am I, your maid?" She couldn't believe that she was being ordered around by her sister.
"Don't smart talk me, missy! We all know you're the stepchild of this family and you don't really belong! So if you want to live here with us, you have to do all the cleaning and cooking!"
Kirsten gasped, "That's not true, Esme! We're all adopted and half sisters, you know that!"
"That's not what mother said," Esme popped a chocolate chip cookie into her mouth, "And you wouldn't want me to have to go get her.."
"Mother wouldn't do that to me!" Kirsten refused to back down.
"That's "Queen" to you!" Esme shot her a degrading look. "Now get to cleaning, or I'll have to go tell her how naughty you're being!"
"I don't get it, mother wouldn't do this...." Kirsten shook her head as she grabbed the broom that was leaning against the doorway.
After Kirsten had finished sweeping and mopping, Emily came into the room yawning. "Oh hey Kirstenrella, cook me up something would you? I'm hungry.."
"Emily, not you too!" Kirsten wiped the sweat off her forehead, "Why is everyone ordering me around?"
Emily smirked, "You really don't get it, do you?" She pulled out a chair to sit on, "In other words, you're the reject. When mother married father, the king, she was practically forced to take you in as her own. She never really wanted you, so since she's stuck with you, she figured she might as well make good use out of you.."
Kirsten couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Are you serious? But mother never told me any of that.."
"Look, can you just hurry up and make me something to eat?" She stopped to lick her lips, "Mmm, I want some steak and potatoes.."
"But Emily, we're vegetarian remember?" Kirsten was in utter shock.
"Since when?" Emily scoffed, "Ugh you're just slacking, stop messing around and get to cooking!"
Kirsten kept shaking her head as if hoping to wake herself from this horrible nightmare. Everything was wrong, this couldn't be real. She opened the fridge to find a lot of frozen meat and grimaced at the sight of it. "This is disgusting, we don't eat meat.." She flinched as she grabbed a piece of frozen steak and quickly placed it on the counter.
"What is it, princess?" Emily teased, "Afraid to get your hands dirty?" She laughed as Kirsten turned on the stove, her head hanging down low. "Puh-leese! Don't be such a prissy!" Emily went back to filing her nails as Kirsten continued to prepare her meal. Her stomach was grumbling, she was hungry too. But with the way they were treating her, her chances of being 'allowed' to eat were slim.
Candice walked into the room giggling and gossiping on the phone, "I would love to!" She exclaimed as she sat next to Emily. "Kay! See you later!" She placed her phone down and looked over at Kirsten smiling, "So what's for dinner?"
"I'm having some nice juicy steak," Emily eyed Kirsten as she emphasized on every word, "With potatoes."
"Oh yum!" Candice twirled a strand of her blonde hair, "I would have some, but I'm on a diet. Kirsten, would you be a dear and fix me up a salad?"
Kirsten sighed and nodded her head. What choice did she have at this point?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
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