Hey everybody. This is my brand new story, based on the wonderful movie "Tangled" by Walt Disney Studios. I beg of you, please PLEASE review this story so I can better my future writing, since this story is actually already completed. Keep in mind that Alice is OC, and so is a future charecter whom I will not mention at this time. The storyline flips back and forth between Alice and her parents, so I'm sorry if you dont care as much about one point of view as opposed to the other, but I felt it moved the story along better that way.

Also, DO NOT STEAL THIS STORY. Tangled isnt mine, but Alice and Gale are, and it would break my heart if somebody used them without my permission.

This is the story that I'm proudest of out of all of my writings, so I really hope you enjoy it. :)

~Lexi

Prologue

This is the story of my girl.

Not Rapunzel, I'm talking about our little girl, Alice. Once upon a time, Princess Rapunzel was going to have a baby.

*Eugene freaked out.*

I did not!

*You did so!*

Ok, maybe I freaked out a little.

*Anyway, I was going to have a baby.*

Right. She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and we named her Alice.

*Alice Rider Fitzherbert.*

Yes. She had brown hair with golden streaks, the same color her mother's had once been.

*We knew that those streaks would have the same power my entire head of hair had once had. We worried a little, that her hair would grow like mine did as well.*

Luckily for Alice, it didn't. It grew at a normal pace, and eventually her hair reached her waist. She grew up, and looked exactly like her mother.

*Except she has your eyes.*

Yes, well anyway she still looks more like you.

*But, unlike her sister, she is not like me at heart. Our baby is more like her father, through and through. She has the spirit of an adventurer. She's stubborn, and rebellious, and doesn't exactly listen well.*

She's also smart, and funny, and agile.

*Luckily she isn't full of herself.*

What's that supposed to mean?

*Eugene, you know full well what that means.*

Yes, well, anyway, we knew she'd leave us someday. She snuck out constantly, and we would never know until somebody from the kingdom told us the next day.

*One day, she finally did leave.*

Hey! What are you two doing? Shouldn't I be in charge of telling my own story?

How do we know you aren't going to tell it wrong?

Dad, I'm not you, ok? I'm not going to make up little white lies to make myself look better.

Hey!

*Well, if you think you can tell the story fine, go ahead sweetie.*

Thank you Mom.

I still think I should be a part of this—

Dad. Really. I'm fine. Anyway, this is my story. Told by the person who it actually happened to.

So, here goes nothing.

Once upon a time…