"Didn't your mom ever bake you cookies when you're sad?"
I wish.
Being the daughter of the oh so famous tremble at her name Maleficent wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy. And after a while, there was only so much destruction that could be done to the island before we - as its citizens - felt the affects. When I was younger, and before I sparked my friendship with Evie, Carlos, and Jay, 'Queen' Maleficent had her baby girl out, bringing income into the home not earned in the most moral ways.
I will never forgive her for that.
I would return to our little corner of the island ran mainly by rodents, crying and only here the words "How much did you get today?"
On the days I was too sore to 'get' anything, cookies was the last thing I got.
"It's different on the island."
Different indeed.
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