Cinderellas: A Fictional Narrative

Once upon a time, cinderella was walking through the supermarket, when a storm started. The power was knocked out, and there were kids trapped in the bathroom. Everybody was worried and trying to open the bathroom door. The key was flushed down the toilet. Now, cinderella is not a very bright person, and she wanted to get some shopping in to pass the time. She got some oranges, turkey slices, and grape juice. Then she realized that they ran out of cilantro.
“What! Nno! This is impossible!
She panicked. All the other people ran over to see what was wrong. Cinderella tried to spare them the catastrophe, but it was inevitable.
“Are you serious!?” Cried the people.
“You just need cilantro? People are trapped and you only care about yourself.”
Cinderella justs at there for hours staring at an old moldy bag of chips that a rat pooped on. 4 and 1/2 hours later she got out her purse and pushed 4 buttons. The first two buttons Opened the bathroom doors and the next two buttons caused a whirring sound in the ceiling. 16 seconds later, mayor Shishkabob came bursting through the ceiling in a helicopter.
“Mayor Shishkabob, did you come for the papers?”
“I told you cinderella, I am not changing my name.”
“Suit yourself.” Said Cinderella. The mayor flew away and back home. Cinderella forgot that today was her little cousin’s birthday. She needed to get her a gift. She found out that the guy from the store’s name was paul.

Paul asked, “how did you open the doors to the bathroom?
“I opened it with my magic purse. I could teleported us all out of the store anytime I wanted. I just wanted to go shopping first. With that, skydived out of the helicopter, broke the ceiling of the Birthday Present Store (I know that sounds convenient, but this is a fictional story.) For the rest of her life, Cinderella never did things for herself anymore. She even made a charity called The Coalition of Really Really Useful People