Cindy Ella: Part One

Part One
Not so far from here live three sisters. But they are not ordinary sisters. They are teenage witches, who spend their days searching for their heart’s desires. Of course, all their desires revolve around finding a man.

The first sister, Roxanne, craves money. She would love to dress in expensive garments, but of course she can’t afford to. This makes her bitter and rude, and her sharp face and permanent frown does nothing to make people like her. She hopes this won’t matter anyway, as some rich man is bound to marry her.

The second sister, Gert, is more likeable, but most people avoid her because she is a rather big girl who loves to stuff her face. She really is quite repulsive, with a severe flatulence issue and the tendency to leave a lot of food on her face. Perhaps she is saving it for later, but generally it doesn’t attract many friends for her. She isn’t as interested in men as her sisters, but she hopes a man offering lots of food might soon come her way.

The last sister, perhaps the best known, is Cindy Ella. She is a beautiful girl, and of course, this was what she craves. Looks. If a man with money were to come her way with an ugly face, she wouldn’t be interested. So when Prince Hunter, the most gorgeous guy in the whole college, invited her to his disco last year, she was ecstatic. No, he was not a prince. His name was Prince. He had celebrity parents, who like other celebrities, thought it was appropriate to give their unfortunate children ridiculous names.

The three girls clustered around the invitation that had been sent to their house, giggling excitedly.

“Oh, he is gorgeous, isn’t he?” Cindy Ella swooned.
“Yeah. That and stinking rich,” exclaimed Roxanne.
“Do you think there will be food? I always get peckish at parties,” Gert said through a mouthful of chocolate éclair, spraying crumbs on the invitation. Roxanne snatched it away from Gert irritably.
“Don’t get crumbs on it! And yes, I’m sure you will have opportunity to stuff your face. But we need to find me something to wear! After all, if he is going to be my boyfriend-”
“Woah, wait a second. Who says that you get him?” Cindy Ella asked, folding her arms.
“Well, my name is first on the invitation. Look, it says Roxanne, Cindy Ella, and the fat one. He obviously likes me the most.”
“Err. I don’t think so. He is clearly mine,” Cindy Ella insisted.
“Look, girls. This could go on for hours. Just let him choose himself,” Gert said wisely. Roxanne sighed.
“I guess you are right. It’s tomorrow night, so I had better go and look for something to wear.”
Off she trotted, wondering what her most expensive dress might be. Meanwhile, Cindy Ella was planning how to win Prince’s heart. And she had the perfect idea…

To be continued…