Author's note! Hi everyone! So this story is based off something I found on a website so it's probably true but I thought, I might as well write it because who else it going to write it? So here it is: Enjoy!

Miss Piggy. What do people think when they hear the words Miss Piggy? A glamorous, beautiful, perfect pig who is destined for greatness and will let nothing stand in my way. Well, they'd be right! However, I may seem perfect now, but it wasn't always this way. My past is far from flawless; it's a tragic tale which I have swept under the rug for many years. No-one knows about this, not even Kermit. But I feel like it's time to get this down. So here it is: my life story.

I grew up on a farm with 4 brothers and 4 sisters. Paris, Patrick, Phillip, Pedro, Pauline, Pippa, Peter and Pearl. All our names start with P for some sort of joke. I didn't enjoy living such a humble life; I had big dreams of living in the city and becoming a famous actress. I was the third oldest, and determined to be just like my oldest sister, Paris. She was big, bold, brave and I learned a lot from her. The younger ones were horribly irritating and annoying always running around and stealing things. Life wasn't the best, it was annoying and boring a lot of the time but I couldn't complain. That was until I was 17, when everything changed.

I was reading, as usual. Books about movie stars that made me horribly jealous of their fame and fortune. When suddenly, I heard a scream. I ignored it though. The scream was from Pauline, the fourth youngest; she was 10 and was the selfish one. Pippa's probably taken her new handbag without asking or something. I thought. Pauline was like that. I went back to my book when suddenly, Peter appeared. He was the second youngest, 7 years old and very shy. He was one of the few siblings I had that I actually liked.

"Penelope!" he yelled.

Alright I admit it. I should have said this earlier but I have to now. Miss Piggy isn't my real name, my real name is Penelope. I'll get to why I changed it later.

Peter ran over to me with tears in his eyes. "Penelope, you have to come and see this!" he wailed.

I put my book down. "What is it?" I asked.

"It's Dad! He's… he's…" Peter choked on his words, unable to get the last word out.

I sighed. It obviously wasn't that important then. My dad was the worst dad in the entire world. He always cheated on Mum. He was a stupid, lazy, aggressive, careless father and was hardly ever around.

Peter cried harder, clearly distraught about something.

"Hey, Peter, it can't be that bad," I said.

He sniffed. "It is," he insisted and he ran off and I was forced to follow.

When we reached the place Peter had been trying to show me, I saw Mum and all my siblings standing around in a semi-circle, hiding something from my sight. Most of them were in tears. That was a worrying sight, I won't lie. I pushed my way through to see what they were looking at but when I saw it, I wish I hadn't. Dad was lying on the ground, dead. I was traumatized. Dad may have been the worst dad ever, but I still loved him, a little bit and now he was gone. I had to look away from the horrible bloody mess; I tried hard not to cry, but failed.

"How did it happen?" I asked, sniffing.

Mum said nothing.

"Lawnmower accident," Patrick said.

He was the second oldest, 19 and usually boyish and unruly but the circumstances had stunned him into behaving himself.

Mum gave a little sob. "This is my fault," she whimpered. "If I hadn't been so cruel to him all the time, maybe…"

Pedro, the 12 year old middle child and the most loyal of us all put a hand on Mum's shoulder. "It's not your fault Mum," he said. "It was an accident."

I sighed. Wiped my eyes, and crept away silently.

Sorry it was kinda tragic. I will try to slip a few jokes in here and there but I can't guarantee that. Hope you enjoyed, next chapter coming soon!