3True Story of the Masked Cinderella
Other wise known as Genevieve
Legend has it that Princess Genevieve disappeared on the night of her fifteenth birthday party. The party was a masquerade, and the becoming-of-age royal. She was never found…
Chapter One: First Appearance
Everyone was talking about the new girl, Genovetta. Barely anyone came to Lancaster unless they had family there. Finche sighed, sitting down at the table. She placed her lunch tray down. Her black hair was shining in the florescent lights. The cafeteria was so crowded, but was big enough to hold the largest group, the sophomores, in it. There were only 250, now 251, sophomores in this whole school. Erik came over. He saw his twin sister purse her lips. Her brown eyes looked emotionless. "Finche, what is wrong?" he asked, worried.
"Everyone is talking about the new girl and it is disgruntling me to the very," she said, using her old timely voice, clearly annoyed.
"I see."
"It is alright if you want to talk about her. I'll just tune you out. Or listen but lose my sanity."
Erik chuckled. His sister was way over dramatic.
Larke saw Genovetta walk into the crowd. She reminded him of a painting he saw in Rose's, his cousins, tearoom. Except she was Princess Genevieve, and this was Genovetta the new girl. People were crowding around her tall, skinny, tan frame. She had the exotic beauty every girl wanted. Rose was talking to him. Rose was preppy. You could tell. She new everybody and anybody and anybody and everybody new her.
Erik saw Rose and Larke walk towards the table. Rose looked bubbly and happy. She probably was. Rose was like Cinderella pretty, although rather short. She laughed at everything, even if it wasn't meant to be funny.
"Erik, what happened to Finche THIS time?" Larke asked. Finche was EMO, but not the cut your wrists type. She looked it, and wore it like a second skin. Finche looked like Snow White: she had pitch-black hair, deep emerald eyes, pale white skin, and was very skinny. Finche was also a feminist, much to her mother's disregard. Erik was her twin, but was very different. He had brown, wavy hair and bright brown eyes. He had tan skin. He was tall, and swam. Larke was Rose's cousin. They looked a lot alike, except for their height, and their gender. Larke was a guy and was 5'6". Rose was a girl and was 5'2". She looked like a life-size Barbie Cinderella doll. And Larke had shorter hair but looked a lot like that, too. Except his face was more masculine and he swam.
"Don't talk about Genovetta or else she will lose her sanity," he replied to Larke. Finche hit him on his arm, and Erik rolled his eyes.
"OK," chirped a happy Rose. She was sitting there all happy. Then something darkened her mood. Finche saw Genovetta, then Erik, and, finally, so did Larke.
All Erik saw was a pretty face surrounded by people he hated. Finche saw a girl worthy of royalty. Rose saw her fifth cousin's face, aka the one in her parlor. Or her tearoom, as Larke calls it. Larke saw a girl who was worthy of model material. She had this ticked-off countenance, this mischievous air about her, and biggest, prettiest teal eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes. She looked him straight in the baby-blue eyes and held his gaze. He felt like turning his gaze down. It felt like he shouldn't stare at someone worthy of royalty.
Genevieve held the velvety, ocean blue mask in between her index finger and her thumb. The mask was outlined in golden lace with silver beads around the wholes cut for her eyes. She put it over part of her face for it was a Mardi gras type. She kept it on, not knowing what the mask had in store for her…
Chapter Two: Thought's Hold Genovetta's Attention
Genovetta looked around the room, not knowing how she got there. Genovetta walked right to the windowsill and slowly opened up the moaning window. Outside the wind was whistling and the stars were shimmering. A hot, wet tear climbed down her face in an escape to get known. She didn't know why she was crying. Her mother taught her to never show emotions. Her mother was as tough as a lion to her, but loved her with all her heart. Genovetta saw a flashback of winter. She saw the snow create a blanket over the village, a people create snow angels in them. She was the one never allowed to go play and have fun. She had to sit and read. She had to learn.
Genovetta shook that thought out of her head and curled up into a ball on her windowsill. She cried, letting the tears spill down her face. Her hair was whipping wildly around her head as she leaned against the door leading to the balcony. Genovetta stayed like that all night, thinking about that mask that was rightfully hers. And what she had to do find it. She just had to find. Or else she and the mask will forever be lost.
Queen Gemma woke up in a fright. Everyone was yelling, and banging on her chamber door. Her husband walked in, frightfully mad. "Genevieve is MISSING! MISSING on her FIFTEENTH ROYAL! She has to be SOMEWHERE! She is YOUR daughter. You know this castle as much as SHE does! Where is she?" asked King Summers. Queen Gemma knew the castle because she grew up in it, but Genevieve could be anywhere. The Queen threw a pillow over her face and screamed. It was time…
Chapter Three: Knowledge for Rose, Suffering for Erik because of Finche
Erik sat in his room. He was having a thinking fir, one that didn't happen to often. All he knew was that the history test was the grade to keep him on the swim team. That was all he knew. And so was math. Because the last time he took the test, one of the questions said 'Find x.' So, him being the genius he is, circled x and said 'Here it is, idiots!' He got a big fat F on it. His stomach grumbled and he got a text from Larke. He was at 'Jerry's Drive Thru' and wanted to eat with his friends. Finche got the same text and walked outside, waiting for Erik.
When they got there, Larke had five plates for four of them. Finche knew something was up, but didn't know what. That was before she saw Genovetta walk out of the building, talking to Rose. Finche immediately glowered at Genovetta, and Erik looked over at Rose. He shook his head. He walked over to Larke and sat down, pulling Finche along with them.
"So, why did you invite Ms. I'm-new-so-praise-me along?" Finche asked bitterly.
"We found out some interesting things about her," Larke said, 'Including something about the tearoom picture,' he thought to himself.
"I really need that…valuable item. It is very…important for me to find it on the night of my seventeenth birthday. It is from my…Great-Aunt Gemma. It is in her will for me to get it. I'm living in her…um…house and I've got to find it or else my cousin Arthur will take it from me," Genovetta said, struggling to find the right words.
"I see." Everyone was quiet. They approached the bench and table. Finche looked down at her hands, all of a sudden losing her appetite. Erik was amused in the fact that she was as graceful as a ballerina, when Rose was very clumsy. But Rose was very graceful. But, somehow, Genovetta made her seem very unbalanced.
Something went off. Genovetta looked down at her cell phone. "I-I-I got to go. Bye," she stuttered and ran off, taking her flip-flops off as she ran.
They watched her run off into the sunset. That girl was such a mystery. One that they could never solve.
Everyone searched for Princess Genevieve, but found nothing.
Chapter Four: The Mask Just happened to be found
Genovetta walked out of the door. She was trembling. Surely no one heard the gunshot. Surely no one would find out that she murdered, not one person, but a whole family. She murdered them because of how their ancestors treated her family. But, she was not a monster. She never even killed someone, let alone witnessed a murder she summoned. She hated blood. And those people deserved to die, just like that family. She had to keep telling herself that. She ran off, pebbles rubbing into her bare feet. She was tearing up, and the road was blurring. She had to get it together. She just had to. "OW!" she proclaimed out loud. She fell on the ground.
"Miss, do you need help?" someone asked. His voice sounded familiar. She turned around, and saw Erik holding HER mask, and Finche standing right next to him.
"Where did you get that mask?" she asked. Finche gasped, and Erik looked shocked.
"I found it in our backyard," he answered.
"I am pretty sure that mask belongs to my family. It has my great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandma's initials on the back. It should be G. S. for Genevieve Summers." Genovetta was getting better at lying.
"You're not going to get it. Even if it DOES have her initials on it, how can we be sure you aren't lying?" Finche asked. Genovetta let out an annoyed sigh.
"Never mind then. If you can't see that I'm right, then I'll just leave you two to your business." With that, Genovetta got off the ground, grabbed her spurred purse off the ground, grabbed her flip-flops and walked off with her chin in the air. She never gave anyone the satisfaction to see her defeated. It was a rule of her and her mothers. One of her favorite ones. Her mother always played with Genovetta in her free time. And they always made a rule up each day. They were closer than any mother and daughter in the world. Just as close as her and Arthur were.
People were worried about who would be the heir to the throne. It definitely shouldn't be Arthur, but it would have to be, since Mary was unfit to be queen.
Chapter Five: Erik's Feeling's
There was a murder. Not of one, but of the whole family. They were the Carters, and they were weird people. They smoked pot, and their daughter was sent to the Insane Asylum. And there had been a few break ins. This was a safe neighborhood, save for a few people like the Carters, and was beautiful, too.
It was a week after Genovetta moved in, and five days after the strange encounter with Genovetta. Erik was tired of people talking about how sweet she is, and how out-there she seemed to be. Erik was creeped out by her and avoided her at all costs. Larke and Rose was always next to her, talking to her, being her little posse almost. Larke changed. So did Rose. Rose was still a prep, but was smarter, too. Larke's personality changed. He stayed on swim team, but was even better than before.
Erik was scared of Larke; missing Rose's all-around-happiness, annoyed at Finche, and mad at himself for keeping the mask and not giving it to Genovetta. Instead, he let Finche speak for him. He was never going to do that again.
He was laying on his bed, thinking of this, when someone tapped on his window. He got out of bed and opened it without thinking.
"Give. Me. The. Mask."
"N-N-No!" Erik stuttered, afraid. He ran from the window and grabbed the mask of his desk. He ran towards his other window, the one that was open, and jumped out of it. It was only a foot from the ground. Something hard hit his head. He felt something wet, sticky, and thick ooze out of his head. He fainted…
Fireworks went off in celebration. The kingdom of Spring was celebrating for Arthur was going to be king. Princess Genevieve was proclaimed dead, that was sad for they loved Genevieve, but Arthur was the next heir until Mary became fifteen, and that wasn't for the next ten years. And, after all, he deserves it. For he is the cousin of Princess Genevieve…
Chapter Six: Glass Slipper
Larke sat down on the ground next to Genovetta. Rose gently tugged on the mask, and out it came from Erik's clammy hands. "Here it is," whispered Rose. She handed the mask to Genovetta.
"Thank you guys. So, so much. And I hope you realize that you will always remember me. And you will, along with Erik and Finche, always hold the secret that I'm Princess Genevieve, true ruler of the Summers crown. And I will make sure that in my time, everything will go according to plan and I wont disappear this time," she said, her voice cracking.
"We will miss you," they whispered.
"And I, you."
"YOU!" screeched and angered Finche. She strolled right up to Erik. She saw he was opening his eyes. Erik saw Rose, Finche, Larke, and Genovetta standing over him.
"What? I needed what was rightfully mine," Genevieve taunted, waving the mask around at Finche.
"I think it is time for you to go home, Princess Genevieve Summers. My great-great-great-great-great…oh however many greats you aunt!" Rose exclaimed, hugging Larke and Genevieve.
"Si, I believe it is." Genevieve placed the mask on her face. It gently laid on her forehead, high cheekbones, and her slightly upturned nose. "If I knew how to work this thing…I know! There is no place like home. There is no place like home. There is no place like home," Genevieve said. Finche snorted, Erik laughed, but Larke and Rose watched silently. Genevieve rose into the air, generating sparks off of her. Her whole wardrobe and look was changed. She wore an ocean blue Cinderella dress with golden lace covering the bodice. Silver roses were printed on the bottom, and lace was the trim. It matched her mask. A midnight blue cloak covered her bare shoulders and tied at her chest. The hood covered her hair. The wind blew it off to show gentle brown curls cascading down to the middle of her back. Her teal eyes were as big as doe eyes framed with thick black eyelashes. The mask was in her hands. Her shoes were glass slippers. She landed in the soft emerald green grass; her dress was billowing out in front of her. She wore a small tiara in her thick curls. It was silver and lined with Sapphires. She wore lace gloved that came up to her elbows. Her full lips were tinted with a pink color, contrasting with the blue and gold.
All four gasped at the sight of her. She was the true Cinderella. She stood up, bowed, and backed away. She looked behind her and broke out into a huge grin. She could hear classical music in the background. She blew a kiss to Larke and Rose. They back to her. She lifted her head up, pursed her lips, and gave a slight nod to Erik and Finche. With that, she took five steps back and ran towards the glowing portal where music was emanating from. She leaped into it, leaving a single glass slipper in the soft, emerald green grass.