Her mind was Cinderalla. No one could fit into her perspective. Her sisters, step-mom, and eveyone else were heels. everyone was horizontally stretched - a for-profit organization whose eyes could only see the Moon rather than the Earth. Despite it all, she was the key to her locks. Cinderalla eyes are glass- her prince was the inside - full of clearness. Luckily, for her shoe she is a treasure - the barefoot girlie with a magican shoe.