This week in class AS we have been looking at traditional stories and examining how the stories might be different if they were told from another character’s point of view. We looked closely at the story of Cinderella and the children decided which character they wanted to represent. Some of the stories you will read over the coming days are hilarious, while others portrauunpleasant characters in a more sympathetic light. The first story to be published is Tessa’s account from the Prince’s point of view.
I am the prince of Hampshire land. I don’t have a habit of writing, but I just have to tell you what happened recently.
It all started off on a Friday morning. The sun was shining bright, I got out of bed and started getting dressed. I went downstairs to get my breakfast, but my mother told me to find the love of my life.
“But mother I don’t need the love of my life to be happy, I’ve already got a brilliant family right here.” I argued, but my mother said,
“You must find one whether you like it or not, all you need to do is write invitations to a ball to all the girls in the land.”
Finally I finished writing the invitations and sent them out. The next evening I got dressed up in my best suit and shoes. My father drove my to the ball and I sat in the grand chair, then suddenly all the ladies started to arrive. One by one they lined up to greet me and I kissed every one of them. Then two ugly sisters came up to me, one came even closer and tried to kiss, her big fat gussy wart touched my face, and I thought I was going to pass out!
Suddenly the most beautiful lady came up to me with lush long blond hair , big blue eyes and teeth sparkling white. She walked up to me, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the ball room. The music went on and we danced, her beautiful blue dress touched my black velvet trousers.
We danced all night having the time of our lives. The candles flickering,the fresh scent of roses, the slow music. But suddenly the clock struck twelve and she ran out of the ballroom as fast as she could. I ran after her but I ran out of breath. However I saw something sparkling in the corner of my eye; it was her glass slipper. I picked it up and went straight home for a good night’s sleep, but I couldn’t get to sleep because I kept thinking about her!
I woke up and decided to go to every girls house and make them try on the shoe , and if it fitted them I’d know whose it was. I set off for my long journey. After a day’s searching I came to the last house and the two ugly sisters came up to me and said, bearing their yellow teeth,
“We will try on the glass slipper for you. we’re sure it will fit!” One of the sisters’ warts was oozing out yellow puss and it was dripping down her face. They tried it on, but it did not fit, then a blond haired girl came down the stairs and she tried the shoe on and it fitted her.
“Will you marry me?” I cried
“Of course I will.”
So we got married and had a great time!