Chapter One
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Rapunzel. You know her? Then you must know her sister, right? . . . No? I bet you don't. I'm not surprised though. That's me; Anzu. Anzu means peach in Japanese, I think. Or maybe not, cuz I really don't know. My step-mother, the witch, is into food names. Rapunzel is a type of lettuce if you didn't know. I'm sure you know the tale of my sister. If not read a friggin book! But, anyway, I was nothing like that. Ok maybe a little… My mother didn't want me though, tragic isn't it? She traded me for some peaches. And I wouldn't let her call me Peach. Who knows what would happen next. I'm not dating Mario, thanks very much. I remember so much about my life. And I remember the day my life changed.
"Do I have to go" I whined. "Yes". Hard to believe how my step-mom can put so much authority in one word. I sat on the couch, putting a pouting face on. "I'm going to sell you today". My jaw dropped, "What?". Sell me? That was a new low, even for her. But on the positive side I got to leave! YAY! "So come on, darling" She spat. Then charming little Rapunzel walked in. Her blonde curls bounced around her flawless heart-shaped face. I scowled. "Mom, I'm ready" her perfect blue-shaded eyes scanned me, "Are you going like that ". I flipped my not-so-perfect chocolate curls over my shoulder. "Like it matters" I answered. She scowled but quickly brightened. She never scowls because it can cause wrinkles. Or at least that's what she thinks. But honestly she'll do anything if it'll make her prettier . She disgusts me. "Well let's go" my mother said impatiently. Rapunzel was wearing a Lolita dress, pink of course, with a matching hat and ballet shoes. She had a very frou-frou white undershirt, and even pink tights. Her attire disgusts me too. As for me, I was wearing some cute flare jeans, dark denim of course, and a gorgeous grey camisole with a lacy top, that I had pulled past my waist. What can I say? I like long shirts. My lacy camisole is as classy as I get. "Let's go!" My mother snapped impatiently, "We have bidders!". "Why wouldn't we?" I retorted under my breath. Oh yeah, I went there! Step-mother glared at me. Because that obviously is going to do… hmm, let me see… oh yeah! NOTHING! I am so intelligent…And I use big words like intelligent! Take that world! "Anzu! Don't be so vulgar!" Rapunzel scolded. Vulgar isn't a big word… but it is really smart sounding… So not cool. "Make me!" I growled. She let out a little gasp and her eyes brimmed with tears. If only I cared.
Okay- I slightly expanded it, And I know its short, but its kinda like an prologue, ya know? K, review please!