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Written by Sinaolea Andrews
Prologue
The Whole Truth
The Whole Truth
Day one
Prison of my Life
Prison of my Life
It was cold and not very comforting and they expected me to spill my life to them.
"Talk," the Los Angeles policeman commanded as they stood over me while I was handcuffed to the desk.
"No," Rapunzel replied as calmly as she could.
The three policemen threatened Brady and one of them put a pistol to Brady's head.
"Fine. I'll talk, just put the big baby down," Rapunzel agreed.
"We want the whole story."
"Fine, the whole story, every detail," Rapunzel reasoned. "No interruptions?"
"If that's what it takes. Then yes," because the policemen do not like talking to chatty kids.
"Well then, buckle up. You might be here for a while," Rapunzel put her feet on the table and crossed her arms as she tried to intimidate the policeman. The confidence of a 13-year-old girl is a lot to be reckoned with.
"Talk," the Los Angeles policeman commanded as they stood over me while I was handcuffed to the desk.
"No," Rapunzel replied as calmly as she could.
The three policemen threatened Brady and one of them put a pistol to Brady's head.
"Fine. I'll talk, just put the big baby down," Rapunzel agreed.
"We want the whole story."
"Fine, the whole story, every detail," Rapunzel reasoned. "No interruptions?"
"If that's what it takes. Then yes," because the policemen do not like talking to chatty kids.
"Well then, buckle up. You might be here for a while," Rapunzel put her feet on the table and crossed her arms as she tried to intimidate the policeman. The confidence of a 13-year-old girl is a lot to be reckoned with.
"Here’s the deal. Just because my name is Rapunzel doesn’t mean this story is the same. This story will not start with “once upon a time” and will not end with “happily ever after”. There are very big differences between me and Princess.
1. It’s 2011!
2. I’m not some long-lost princess waiting to be rescued.
3. I look nothing like the princess, my hair is red. My parents died when I was little, so I got sent to many foster parents. My current one's name is Gretta, and she is awful. She treats me like a prisoner. I guess based on my other foster parents' notes, I looked like trouble."
1. It’s 2011!
2. I’m not some long-lost princess waiting to be rescued.
3. I look nothing like the princess, my hair is red. My parents died when I was little, so I got sent to many foster parents. My current one's name is Gretta, and she is awful. She treats me like a prisoner. I guess based on my other foster parents' notes, I looked like trouble."
Prologue
The Whole Truth
The Whole Truth
Day one
Prison of my Life
Prison of my Life
It was cold and not very comforting and they expected me to spill my life to them.
"Talk," the Los Angeles policeman commanded as they stood over me while I was handcuffed to the desk.
"No," Rapunzel replied as calmly as she could.
The three policemen threatened Brady and one of them put a pistol to Brady's head.
"Fine. I'll talk, just put the big baby down," Rapunzel agreed.
"We want the whole story."
"Fine, the whole story, every detail," Rapunzel reasoned. "No interruptions?"
"If that's what it takes. Then yes," because the policemen do not like talking to chatty kids.
"Well then, buckle up. You might be here for a while," Rapunzel put her feet on the table and crossed her arms as she tried to intimidate the policeman. The confidence of a 13-year-old girl is a lot to be reckoned with.
"Talk," the Los Angeles policeman commanded as they stood over me while I was handcuffed to the desk.
"No," Rapunzel replied as calmly as she could.
The three policemen threatened Brady and one of them put a pistol to Brady's head.
"Fine. I'll talk, just put the big baby down," Rapunzel agreed.
"We want the whole story."
"Fine, the whole story, every detail," Rapunzel reasoned. "No interruptions?"
"If that's what it takes. Then yes," because the policemen do not like talking to chatty kids.
"Well then, buckle up. You might be here for a while," Rapunzel put her feet on the table and crossed her arms as she tried to intimidate the policeman. The confidence of a 13-year-old girl is a lot to be reckoned with.
"Here’s the deal. Just because my name is Rapunzel doesn’t mean this story is the same. This story will not start with “once upon a time” and will not end with “happily ever after”. There are very big differences between me and Princess.
1. It’s 2011!
2. I’m not some long-lost princess waiting to be rescued.
3. I look nothing like the princess, my hair is red. My parents died when I was little, so I got sent to many foster parents. My current one's name is Gretta, and she is awful. She treats me like a prisoner. I guess based on my other foster parents' notes, I looked like trouble."
1. It’s 2011!
2. I’m not some long-lost princess waiting to be rescued.
3. I look nothing like the princess, my hair is red. My parents died when I was little, so I got sent to many foster parents. My current one's name is Gretta, and she is awful. She treats me like a prisoner. I guess based on my other foster parents' notes, I looked like trouble."
"My plan was to try and break every single bone in Gretta's body. I know it sounded dark, but I had tried every other approach to escape from her. And since murder is illegal (and I'm not that bad), my plan was to immobilize her. One year I tried to just escape out the window and she called the cops and tried to sue me. Every time she tries to sue me. But I think it's against the law to use or sell your adopted child. Telling people about my situation was the best idea during the times when people cared. But Gretta has basically brainwashed them. She tells everyone who dares to ask about my tragic story about how I'm mentally disabled. Which I'm not. And how nobody wanted me. Many people other than Gretta offered to adopt me, but Gretta won by deciding to pay the most money." The police listened dumbfoundedly but urged me to keep going.
"I greased all the floors and broke all the glass so when she fell she had something sharp to land on. Coming up with these plans I realized that I might have had to change my identity because Rapunzel was just too recognizable. I'm thinking Beatrice or maybe Elora, after my friend from foster care. But I'm really thinking of Beatrice. While Gretta was at the grocery store she decided to take me with her. I told her that I had to go to the bathroom and instead of going to the bathroom I snuck out of the store and went to this office place where they would change my identity if you have a guardian's signature. To get there I stole a bike and hid it in the bushes near the park. The office was about a 1-mile ride away. When I got there I handed back the paperwork I had taken a few weeks ago with what looked to be Gretta's signature on it. I had been practicing how to forge Gretta's signature all week. The worker stamped the paperwork and congratulated me on my new name. After I escaped Gretta, I thought I might be an on-the-run criminal in France." The smallest one took out a notepad, probably to write down all future misdemeanors. I could tell that he was the smartest of the group, the brains. That gave it away also with his dress shoes. I'm good at reading people.
"My plan was to try and break every single bone in Gretta's body. I know it sounded dark, but I had tried every other approach to escape from her. And since murder is illegal (and I'm not that bad), my plan was to immobilize her. One year I tried to just escape out the window and she called the cops and tried to sue me. Every time she tries to sue me. But I think it's against the law to use or sell your adopted child. Telling people about my situation was the best idea during the times when people cared. But Gretta has basically brainwashed them. She tells everyone who dares to ask about my tragic story about how I'm mentally disabled. Which I'm not. And how nobody wanted me. Many people other than Gretta offered to adopt me, but Gretta won by deciding to pay the most money." The police listened dumbfoundedly but urged me to keep going.
"I greased all the floors and broke all the glass so when she fell she had something sharp to land on. Coming up with these plans I realized that I might have had to change my identity because Rapunzel was just too recognizable. I'm thinking Beatrice or maybe Elora, after my friend from foster care. But I'm really thinking of Beatrice. While Gretta was at the grocery store she decided to take me with her. I told her that I had to go to the bathroom and instead of going to the bathroom I snuck out of the store and went to this office place where they would change my identity if you have a guardian's signature. To get there I stole a bike and hid it in the bushes near the park. The office was about a 1-mile ride away. When I got there I handed back the paperwork I had taken a few weeks ago with what looked to be Gretta's signature on it. I had been practicing how to forge Gretta's signature all week. The worker stamped the paperwork and congratulated me on my new name. After I escaped Gretta, I thought I might be an on-the-run criminal in France." The smallest one took out a notepad, probably to write down all future misdemeanors. I could tell that he was the smartest of the group, the brains. That gave it away also with his dress shoes. I'm good at reading people.
"I decided to go with the name Beatrice. And I rushed back to the store just in time for when Gretta was at the checkout station. "Where have you been?" she lectured with her usual stern voice. I thought hard to think of a quick lie. "Um..... I locked myself in the bathroom. It took me forever to get out." I thought that sounded pretty stupid, but luckily Gretta is kind of stupid too. "Good Heaven's child," she teased. "You are actually that stupid! Locking yourself in the bathroom." She started walking out, and I was relieved. I got in the car and she drove me home.
I offered to take the stuff into the room. I didn't want to be seen when she fell for all of my traps. I waited and waited to pretend to take my sweet time. Finally, I heard lots of cracks and crashes and groans and moans. Finally silence. I hurried upstairs; there lay Gretta not moving. Still breathing, But not for long. I pretended to act scared and I called 911. "911, what's your emergency?" the phone said. "Hello? My name is Beatrice and my foster parent is in immediate need of medical attention. I live on 22nd street in Seattle. Hurry I think she's dying!!!" I cried. After saying all that I started cleaning up all the mess so nobody will know what happened. I did that and sat next to Gretta. I started fake sobbing. I was actually pretty good. Practicing was very helpful."
I offered to take the stuff into the room. I didn't want to be seen when she fell for all of my traps. I waited and waited to pretend to take my sweet time. Finally, I heard lots of cracks and crashes and groans and moans. Finally silence. I hurried upstairs; there lay Gretta not moving. Still breathing, But not for long. I pretended to act scared and I called 911. "911, what's your emergency?" the phone said. "Hello? My name is Beatrice and my foster parent is in immediate need of medical attention. I live on 22nd street in Seattle. Hurry I think she's dying!!!" I cried. After saying all that I started cleaning up all the mess so nobody will know what happened. I did that and sat next to Gretta. I started fake sobbing. I was actually pretty good. Practicing was very helpful."
"The medics finally came. As they loaded her onto the stretcher to bring her down the stairs, they were very quiet, almost like they expected Gretta to die and for me to be having a nervous breakdown. I was. But it was fake. I have always wanted to get into trouble and not get blamed, like a normal kid. The medics took her to the hospital and I quietly crept into my room and grabbed the few belongings I owned. A few books, Gretta's wallet, a fake permission slip to use her credit card, and a scrap picture of a newsletter with the last connection to my parents that was still left. Done packing the sentimental stuff, I started on the necessities: clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, all that stuff. I left the room and said goodbye to the place where I had spent most of my life. I thought out all my Goodbyes, goodbye leaky faucet, goodbye Gretta, goodbye stray cats, goodbye neighbors I never got to meet because Gretta would never let me socialize with other people.
Good-by home? No, I thought. This was not your home. It was a prison. You were trapped here. But was I?"
I wasn't sure if they just liked listening to chatty kids or if they were into my story.
Good-by home? No, I thought. This was not your home. It was a prison. You were trapped here. But was I?"
I wasn't sure if they just liked listening to chatty kids or if they were into my story.