The French Cinderella (A project for school)

Once upon a time, there lived a father and daughter who lived in Paris. The father was very sad because when his daughter was only seven years old, her mother died. Seven years later he remarried a woman with two daughters. They were never very nice to her, but when the father died it became much worse. They called her Cinderella because she was always dirty, for they made her do all the cleaning.When she didn't do something right the stepmother would smack her and the sisters would just laugh. On a good day they would only insult her, say things like "Your hair looks extra atrocious today."

On Sunday when they had a big family dinner, Cinderella had to cook baguettes, but had to go to her room when the dinner started. She also had to wear hand-me-down, old,ugly clothes. In the high-fashion city of Paris, people who wore ugly. old clothes were looked down upon and laughed at. So Cinderella only had one friend, Ran. Ran had dark brown hair and looked goth, except for the fact that she was always smiling. Four years Cinderella had to live like this. Then, one day, she overheard that at the Tour de France, the man who was winning, and who was the handsomest, said that if he won the race then he would choose a bride. Now, all the girls who were about to graduate wanted to be the one chosen.
The day the Tour de France was to end Cinderella's step-sisters put on their nicest clothes and were getting ready to leave. "May I," said Cinderella, "ummm...... come too?"
Her step-sisters, Grace and Ali were laughing so hard they were crying as they left the room.
Cinderella started to cry, she cried for at least ten minutes. "Oh, I just can't stand this any more!" said a voice, coming from nowhere, that sounded a lot like Ran
"W-who's there?" asked Cinderella wondering if she was hearing things. Then there was a little pop and Ran was right in front of her. She let out a small scream.
"Shhhh, do you want us to get caught? Anyway, you want to go to the Tour de France, right?" said Ran smiling.
"H-how did you get here?" said Cinderella confused and a little terrified.
"I'm a farie, well almost. Why do you think I'm warring this black and green tu-tu? Anyway, I, like, got kicked out of farie school so the magic will only last until three o'clock. So......," there was another soft pop and Cinderella was in a beautiful golden dress and Prada shoes.
"Bye, tell me how it goes," and with that she was gone.
Cinderella got to the Tour de France as fast as she could. She could see that there was some girls from school there. There were some girls she didn't reconise and then there was Amy, Dayana, and Nat. "I don't have a chance to even meet him," mumbled Cinderella. Amy was smart, Nat was pretty, and Dayana stood out in a crowd.
She saw him coming to the finish line, he was going to win. As he crossed the finish line all the girls cheered. Everyone els went right to him, but Cinderella stayed back, suddenly nervous. He talked with a few girls, but not for very long. As he looked over the crowd, for he was very tall, his and Cinderella's eyes met, she was no longer nervous.
They talked for hours, for so long that Cinderella lost track of time. Suddenly there was a soft, little pop and Ran was by her agen. However he didn't jump, scream, or react in anyway, wich made Cinderella think she was the only one who could see Ran. "Leave now, it's almost three," Ran said quickly, then disappeared.
"Oh no, I have to go!" said Cinderella, cutting him off mid-sentence. She started to run. As she was running she thought she saw a cow, so she stoped and looked, "oh great, I went the wrong way!" yelled Cinderella with a note of hysteria in her voice.
As Cinderella turned around one of her shoes fell of, but she didn't have time to get it, and continued to run. She was almost home, she had just passed the Eiffel Tower. Right when she got to her door, her clothes changed back into her old, ugly, everyday clothes.
The next week, as her step-sisters were watching the local news,Cinderella heard that he was trying to find the girl he had talked to, and that any girl that said it was her would try on the shoe.
Two days later Ali and Grace were getting ready to go and try on the shoe. "M-may I come too?" asked Cinderella.
"No," said Ali, "why would you want to any way?"

"I-I just want to congratulate you when the shoe fits, I mean you two are very pretty, so it has to be one of you," said Cinderella, thinking quickly.
"Okay, you can come and see your older sister meet, I mean, see agen the person she is going to marry," said Grace in the happiest voice Cinderella had ever heard her use, wich still wasn't very happy.
Cinderella, Grace, and Ali waited to try on the shoe for over an hour. Finally it was Grace's turn, her foot was to small. Next was Ali, her foot was way to small. Then it was Cinderella's turn, her sisters started to laugh and say that it couldn't be her, but the shoe fit perfectly. The instant it was on her foot the other and the dress was on her also.
They lived happily together for months, until one day a letter came. It said that Cinderella had gotten a full scholarship to the collage she wanted to go to, this made her very happy. She went to tell her fiance the good news, his reply was, "you're not going."
"What!" Cinderella said in shock.
"You're not leaving me for that long," he said, a little anger was now in his voice. They argued for over an hour, he then hit her. She then yelled something that I am not writing and walked out.
Cinderella died at the age of 102, with 3 children, 9 grand children, and 1 grand child. She had gone to collage, and became a doctor. At 26 years old she met her future husband and lived her happily-ever-after.