DAISY'S INTERESTING STUFF
DANIELLE THE FAT, DUMB GOTH
THE STORY OF CINDERCHELL
Once upon a time, there was a gothic girl. She was a bit over weight, and not very pretty. Her name was Danielle.
Danielle was fairly lucky; for a goth. She had a hot boyfriend whom many girls drooled over.
But, the only reason he was with her was because she made him look even better than he was (and she was easy).
One afternoon, Danielle found that out, and killed herself.
Nobody missed her, cuz nobody would miss one goth (or any for that matter).
Once upon a time, there was a servant girl, her name was Cinderchell. Cinderchell was fat, and very goth.
She was also servant to her step-mother and two beautiful step-sisters.
She had no friends, save a few rats, and pigeons. And, they only used her for the food she gave them.
One night, the handsome Prince Christopher, was holding a ball to choose a wife. All of the unmarried girls of the country were invited.
When Cinderchell heard of the ball, she knew it would be her fate to go, and marry the handsome prince.
But, she was worried that her step-mother wouldn't let her attend (for she had read the story of Cinderella).
But, when she asked her step-mother, she got an answer of "yes'. With only one provision... that she finish her chores, and find a dress of her own.
When she was finished with her chores the night of the ball, and she made a dress out of black velvet, and purple lace, she rushed downstairs to show her step-mother, and step-sisters.
They were just about to leave when she cried out "Wait!" The three gasped at her hideous dress.
They tried to be poltie, but, they couldn't hide their disgust. The dress made her look her fatter than ever.
"What a... lovely dress..." one of the step-sisters, a dashing red-head, said.
"Yes...very unique." Her other step-sister, a lovely brunette, said.
"Yea! I'm going to a ball." Cinderchelle said with her thick Boston accent.
The three went to the palace, the sister's a little unhappy that tacky Cinderchelle was going to be there. But, they felt sorry for her, and felt that she should have a chance to go to a ball.
Prince Christopher sat on his throne smiling at the odd assortment of women who had come.
But, none of them were beautiful enogh in his mind.
TO BE CONTINUED...
LILLIE
One dark, cold night Lillie sat in the middle of an open field. It seemed inapproprate for the "Goth Queen of the New Millienum" (as voted by her goth peers), to be pratcing her Wiccian spells in a field instead of a graveyard.
But, she had to get the job done. Her happiness was at stake.
The previous week, Lillie found out that her handsome goth boyfriend had fallen for a cute thin pink wearing gal.
TO BE CONTINUED...