Have you been felt alone without any help? It may sound depressing, but that has been my life for 17 years. I feel like Rapunzel everyday of my life. Even though I'm not. I'm just Emma Andrews, a 17 year old girl who's been hiding in the shadows her whole life. My Mother, whom I am told to call, and only call her Ree, for some odd reason, had told me that the world was different outside of the "Happy Place" that we lived in. "Happy Place" is a cabin in Northern California. The middle of no where.
One thing that me and Rapunzel can't not relate to each other is that Ree is my real mom. Mother Gothel on the other hand, is not her real mother. I'm not very sure why Ree would do this to me. I haven't seen a real flower in my life.
"EMMA!" Ree yells for me to come downstairs. I'm close my eyes. These are my last moments of free time for the evening. I sigh and tumble down the stairs. She turns around and puts her hand on her hip again, her messy bun flopping up and down. "Girl, 17 years in the same house and you still can't walk down the stairs right" she shakes her head. I brush the dust of my legs and sit down at the rusty table.
"Sorry Ree, anyway what is it?" I changed the subject from me to her. I don't like being the center of attention. "I have decided something very challenging to do" she says. I had always hoped that she would say that, and now I hope that I could go outside. "You get to cook dinner tonight!" She says excitedly. "You has always wanted to do that as a child!" I smile uncomfortably. I know I'd want that as a kid but now, Now it's nothing close to what I want. "Thanks, Ree. I'm very excited" I look down and click my fingers on the table. "Oh, don't be like that. If you don't want to do it you don't have to" She shouts. "No it's not that I didn't want to do it, I'm just very tired." I pause to see her face, it doesn't look happy much. "May I go to my room?" I ask with High hopes. She nods and closes her eyes and I head up to my room. I lay down in the bed, close my eyes, I just dream of what it would be like to be a real person.
Of course I am a real person it's just the fact that real people get to go on walks outside, go to the store and by cookie dough, go to the park with friends, post on social media, complain about Homework, go eat out with friends, have girlfriends or boyfriends, text people, get into trouble or drama, gain followers, become popular, and go to school. There is so many things they are able to do and I don't get to do. Which is a shame.
I get to never go outside.
My fun is very different from theirs.
I've never seen anybody in my life except Ree.
If I complain, I get locked in a closet upstairs for 1 day.
Again, so many things that I can't do and they can.
