A young female came home from school in a jubilant mood. She has tanned almond skin color, long brown hair that is down to the middle of her back, and steel blue eye color. She is wearing a pair of dark blue square glasses with round corners, a blue, white, cerulean, peacock, and sky cameo sweater with a hoodie that is enormous that reaches down to her thighs, with pockets on the sides and a silver zipper in the front, and with frost hems at the ends of the sleeves and the bottom of the sweater's hems. Stephanie is also wearing a pair of blue jeans, that is down to her ankles, and light purple, light blue shoes with white shoelaces. On her back is a denim blue backpack decorated with black flowers. Today is Disney's 3,287th anniversary of making the best Disney movies that anyone have seen. But, alas, those happy memories have disappeared for a thousand years. Ignoring the thoughts of the past, she shook her head side to side, thinking about a line that she remembered from a movie, that was forgotten many, many years, that said, "We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths." She was strolling down the street of the town, people walking straight in the opposite way, wearing their black and white uniforms, while the females are wearing the same type of clothing like the males, except a skirt for the pants, with black tights.

Of course, she isn't the one for wearing the same clothing every day, she just likes the clothing that she wears. She continued to walk down the sidewalk, that is freshly painted after a week, and she walked to her house, which is the same as the others. White, with four windows in the front and the back, symmetrically straight on all sides, 10 stories high building, only 5 to 6 people to stay inside. She sighed in disappointment as she stared at the house, longingly wanted to change it to her own creativity, but, knowing to the government, there are no such things as creativity, and she's not allowed to draw, sing, write, and do anything that creates. "Only use it for scientific reasons," they say to her every day, all the time she walks in wearing her usual clothing. "Creativity for fun is just a waste of time for fun activities. Only use it for scientific reasons." She enters the house, with a normal face and wandered straight into the living room. A female, with her long brown hair up in a neat bun, fair skin color, and light green eye color. She is taller than Stephanie and thin, too. She is wearing a white button-up shirt, with a long sleeved black vest over the white shirt, buttoned only at the top, not the only bottom button, black pants down to the bottom of her ankles, and black high heels. The female noticed Stephanie entered the house and sighed as she rolled her eyes, in annoyance.

"What took you so long?" she snapped at her. "I was just walkin' down the street." Stephanie gently and calmly replied. "'Just walkin' down the street?'" she repeated, unamused. "That is not shocking. You better walk faster next time when you come home, young lady!" Stephanie rolled her steel blue eyes and walked away from the lady. "You better not roll your eyes at me again, young lady!" she snapped as Stephanie walked up the stairs of the house. When she got to the top, she opened the door to her room, revealing a wide room, wide enough for about a limousine to fit inside from the front to the trunk. It was also tall enough for a 10-foot person to fit inside, without bending down slightly to fit inside. In the left corner of the room is a bed, wide enough for her to sleep inside without any trouble of laying down on top of it, and the covers were messy, spread across the side, reaching down to the side like a cape, like how she wanted it to be in her own room. The walls were splattered with paint, in multiple versions of the color blue, her favorite color. She smiled lightly in remembrance of her adopted father, who was an artist, like her, who she met after she was freed from the crystal 22 years ago. He painted this room for her to be happy as she was back then, and as he was. But, for her adopted mother, she wanted her to be like her, which is being neat, smart, healthy, and uncreative.

Her adopted father doesn't want that to happen to her. He wants her to be happy as she is. Unfortunately, all of that ended when he passed away from a deathly illness. Now, she follows underneath her adopted mother's rules. "No creativity. No nonsense. No music. Nothing." she told her multiple times when she left for a walk. "If I see you making something that is creative, I'll punish you very dearly." She rolled her eyes again at the thought. She closed the door behind her back, placing her backpack down on the ground, right next to the cabinet of her clothes, and unzipped it, revealing a black Chromebook inside, with a light blue notebook, a turquoise pencil case, and a light blue binder. Stephanie reached inside and took out the black Chromebook and walked over to her table, right underneath a clear window, with blue tie dye curtains, and her table have a variation of writing utensils and pens in a light blue cup, and each corner of the desk have 2 sets of drawers, at each corner of the table. Stephanie sighed at the look of her desk. She walked over to the desk and opened one of the desks' drawers and revealed a Chromebook charger inside. She hooked the Chromebook charger into the plugin of the Chromebook and gently placed the Chromebook inside the drawer, and gently and carefully, closed the drawer, trying her best to not accidentally break the cord to the Chromebook.

After she had closed the drawer to the Chromebook, she walked back over to her backpack and pulled out a thick book. She walked over to her bed and sat down gently on top of her messy bed, excited to read the book. It was a special gift from her adopted father that was passed down from his father and his father. He used to read the first story of this book to her, and the first story is Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs from Walt Disney himself. She smiled softly and gently opened the book to the first page of the story, where it all begins. "Snow White is a lonely princess living with her stepmother, a vain Queen. The Queen worries that Snow White will look better than her, so she forces Snow White to work as a scullery maid and asks her Magic Mirror daily "who is the fairest one of all". For years the mirror always answers that the Queen is, pleasing her. One day, the-" suddenly, the book was grabbed by long fingers and yanked out of her hands, with a strong thrust. "What is this?!" a screechy female's voice cried out. Uh oh. She glanced up to see the female standing in front of her, with an angry face and in her right hand is the book of fairy tales, wide open to the page where she was.

"P-Please, give that back!" she cried out, standing up to her feet, reaching for the book in her hand. "You want this book? This book is stupid! Like the rest of the books that he has given you. I specifically told you to not read any of this "fairy tale" nonsense since we had you from the orphanage!" she yelled. "B-But, Dad, he-!" she exclaimed before she slapped her cheek with her left hand, stinging her right cheek with a pained feeling. "Enough about him! I don't care that you missed him and love to create stupid stories, pictures, and ugly characters! You're just stupid as he was." she yelled. Then, she changed her position of the book in her right hand and Stephanie started to panic. "I FORBID YOU TO DREAM OR CREATE ANYMORE!" she screamed in frustration, as she lifted up her left hand and grabbed the first pages of the book, and to Stephanie's horror, ripped the book's pages out of the cover.