Cenerentola

 

 
Dear Diary,

I know that I have not talked to you in a while, so I might want to remind you of mio nome (my name). Mio nome is Cenerentola and I am the youngest of three sisters. Now, my sisters and I are not very similar. They enjoy material things such as beautiful gowns and fine silks and fabrics. But for me, I just like the simple things, and I enjoy life. This may be why they nicknamed me the "simpleton, " but I do not mind. This is me, and who I am, and I am happy with it.


Dear Diary,

 I must tell you that something exciting happened today. Papa went on a trip and when he returned he brought us all gifts. Oh, how I do love when Papa comes back home from his adventures. Well, of course my sisters' gifts suited them nicely. One got a new dress, and the other received a very nice scarf. Papa knew that I was not like my sisters and he brought me back something I would appreciate more, a bird. Oh, how I jumped for joy with excitement. " Papa, Papa, grazie, grazie! I will name her Verdeli, and she and I will be the best of friends!" He knew how happy I was, and the smile on his face proved it.

 

Dear Diary,

I have exciting news today! Papa came home today and told us that the Prince was going to throw three balls and that we could all go. My sisters of course ran up to their rooms and began to get dressed, but as for me I went to my room and began to read a book. When it was time to go, Papa called for me to hurry and come and get in the carriage. But I did not want to go. My sisters snickered to themselves, and poked fun at me, but I did not care. Papa tried to get me to go but I had other plans in mind. I ran upstairs and pulled Verdeli out of her cage. "O Bird Verdeli, make me more beautiful than I am!" With those words I became dressed in a beautiful sea-green dress. I was covered with the most gorgeous diamonds that I had ever seen. Verdeli said to me, "Take these two pouches and get in the carriage and go to the ball." Well , I must do what Verdeli tells me. I am off to the ball, but I will tell you all about it what I get home!

 

Dear Diary,

The ball was so amazing. When I arrived at the ball I was aghast at how beautiful everything was. I felt like a princess as I entered the room. When I walked in, everyone seemed to stop and gaze at me, although I do not know why. There were far more beautiful women in the room than I. They did not recognize who I was.  All of a sudden , the Prince came to me and asked me to dance with him. At that moment my heart fell out of my chest with excitement and we began to dance. We danced for the entire night, and it was magical. We stopped for a rest and I stood next to my sisters. I pulled out a handkerchief from my pouch and a diamond bracelet fell out.

 

"Oh Signorina," said my older sister, " you have dropped this on the ground."

 

"Keep it for yourself. I do not need it," I said to her.

 

Oh, how I enjoyed this. When the ball was over I got into my carriage and I began my journey back home. After only a few minutes I noticed that I was being followed. I opened the other pouch that Verdeli had given me and pulled out money. I began to throw it from the carriage to distract the ones who were following me. This worked perfectly. They all began to chase after the money as I was able to get away. I returned home and immediately asked Verdeli, " Make me homelier than I am!" I returned to the humble person that I am.

 

When my sisters returned from the ball they ran up to my room and told me of what had happened to them that night. I acted as if I did not care. They did not even expect that it was me. I will still be dancing with the Prince in my dreams. Goodnight Diary.


Dear Diary,

 I have not written in a few days, but I have been so busy. There were two more balls over the following days and I did the same things as I had done for the first. My sisters came home every night telling me of their fortunes and I pretended to not care as usual. But on the final night of the ball I was not able to deceive the ones who tried to follow me home every night. I ran into my house but tripped, and lost one of my slippers. When I was inside I watched the men pick it up, and then write down the address of my home. I am so nervous what will happen now.

Dear Diary,

 

A few days have passed since the night I was followed. But today the Prince's carriage pulled up outside of my house! I was in shock and did not know what to do. He asked my Papa if he could try my slipper on my sisters to see if it fit. After the slipper did not fit either of them, the Prince asked if my Papa had another daughter. He said yes and called me to come downstairs. I asked Verdeli to make me beautiful again. I was dressed head to toe in the beautiful sea-green dress as the times before. I was so nervous walking down those stairs that I almost fell. When my whole family and the Prince saw me their jaws dropped. They could not believe it. The Prince tried the slipper on me and when it fit, he asked me to marry him! I said YES, and jumped into his arms with excitement. 

 

I am now going to be a Princess! I will talk to you soon!

 

Love, 

 

Cerentola



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The original story included details about every time that Cenerentola went to the ball. I decided that those details were not needed for the over all affect of the story. Plus, it just made the story too long. Also in the story her name was Cinderella, and I changed it to Cerentola since that is the Italian name for Cinderella. Becuase I am writing about Italian Princesses, I want to give them Italian names. I chose to include a few words in Italian as well. I thought that this would also give it a special touch.  The major change that I did was to make it into a diary format instead of telling it from third person like the original story was told in. My goal for this story was for the readers to be able to hear it from the Cenerentola's point of view and to be able to imagine yourself as her. I think that this makes it more personable and easier to read. I am planning on writing all of my stories in dairy style.

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