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// Pony Tales: Tocarella- Cinderella with a modern twist 
// Story: Bolt Life: Stories 
// by LightningChaser04 
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Rain was rushing to the library. She had volunteered to read one of her own original story to a few kids at the library. She headed to the library and saw her friends, reading comics. She waved hi. They too waved hi. She went to the fiction area and sat down to read. She began reading. 



Once upon a time, in the land of Toca, there lived a man with his daughter, Tocarella. Tocarella’s mother had died when she was young. Then Tocarella’s father remarried. The woman acted very sweet with Tocarella and her daughters when her husband was at home, but when he left, she would show her true colours. A mean stepmom to Tocarella, but very sweet to her daughters. Tocarella was forced to do all the chores. When Tocarella turned 8, her father also died in a car crash. So it was doomsday, all day for her. For years she was doing this. Then, one fateful day, Tocarella’s stepmum received an email from the royal family. It read “To the young maidens of Toca. The king and queen invite you for a disco party to choose a bride for the prince. Come to OK Disco at 10:00 pm and leave at 1:00 am, Friday, the 24th of August.” “OMG, we should TOTALLY go! Aah!” yelled a stepsister. “Can we mom?” asked the other sister. “Yes, certainly. Day after tomorrow, so you two choose new dresses. Here’s my credit card.” said their mother, and handed the stepsisters a credit card. They took it and went to the mall. “Can I go too?” asked Tocarella. “Absolutely... NOT!” said the stepmum. “The invite is to ALL the young maidens! I wish I could go...” cried Tocarella in her bed in the attic. “I miss you dad.. Atleast she acted sweet and gave me a few stuff with dad. But then he passed and she confiscated the stuff and gave it to my stepsisters.”  she said, stargazing through a little window.  Tocarella cried herself to sleep. In the morning, she had to wake up at 5 am to make breakfast. She didn’t get any clean clothes and never had time for even brushing her hair. After a day of chores, the stepsisters were flipping through magazines. The next day went as usual. Then at 9:50, Tocarella was doing her stepsisters’ hair and makeup. Tocadella asked for a swirl. All her hair swirled on top. And Tocabella asked for TWO swirls. The swirls looked hilarious. The girls left to the ball and their mother left to go to the spa.  Tocarella sat in the attic, rejected, hopeless, sad, shameful. There appeared a unicorn-person. She said “I will help you go to the ball. It is your biggest dream, after all. I blast you with this magic beam, a beautiful dress, appears, making you gleam. Now get me a watermelon, It’s a skateboard now, hun! Now for your beautiful hair, a clip or two are here and there. But there is a catch, sorry for the fright, but you must return by midnight. Who am I? I’m your unicorn godmother.” After her transformation, she looked beautiful. She thanked the unicorn and went to the ball. 

Nobody recognised her as the ugly maid, but as the future princess of Toca. The prince asked her for a dance. She accepted. The others were jealous bc prince only was with her. Then Toca checked her phone.  “11:50! I gotta go.” She hurriedly went, and then dropped her phone. The prince went and picked up Tocarella’s phone. “Face recognition technology! Nice!” He went around the state, searching for Toca. 

After about 40 houses, they found her address. Tocabella and tocadella couldn’t do it. The prince asked if there was anyone else there. Tocarella was called. She unlocked the phone. The prince was so happy and instantly proposed to her. She declined, and said “Let’s get to know each other first!” The prince agreed. He then arrested Tocarella’s stepmum and put her stepsisters into foster care. Tocarella was invited to live in the palace. After a few dates, they got married. The end. 


Rain closed the book. “Another story Rain! Pleeeease?” Asked a little kid. “Maybe later kiddo! I need time to write it!”