How Bad Can She Be?

Prologue: The Birth

    It's well known that the Onceler was once one of the richest people in the world, and all for selling thneeds. Hell, they even made a town about thneeds, called Thneedville. Thousands of thneeds were selling by each minute. And afterwards, once all the trees were gone, O'Hare took over and started selling his own air.
He became a multimillionaire selling air that everyone despised on having a tree that grows in the ground. The dirt and sap was too dirty for them. So they stuck with O'Hare air. Until a kid named Ted planted the first tree again and the flourished throughout the city. Inside and out.
But during the time of no fresh air from the trees, a woman, the last lover of the Onceler, was having a baby. A girl, to be precise. She looked almost identical to the Onceler. Once the mother held her and saw, she was disgusted. "She looks just like him," she thought.
She kept her, not being that much of a monster to get rid of her own kin. But as she grew up, she didn't give her that type of motherly care that your everyday kid got. She didn't get ice cream and pool parties on a nice day together. She got stuck inside the house while her mother went out with her friends, abandoning her own daughter in her house.
While locked up in the house one day, she got an idea. She would become a businesswoman. She would create something so amazing that it would get even more popular than when O'Hare air was around. She would be known everywhere and her mother would have no choice but notice her then.
She planned and planned and planned until she got the perfect idea. She came up with something that was small and could be carried, but could do anything and everything. A hat, dress, scarf, rag, towel, etc. Sounds kind of familiar, does it not?
Funny for her, that "thing" had already been created. And that "thing" was the very thing her father created. A thneed. But when she took her idea to her mother, her mother shut it down.
"That's already been made. It's called a thneed. That's what this town is named after," she said, crumbling up the paper and lighting a cigarette. Crushed, she went back to her room and sat at her desk chair.
What could she possibly come up with that could be even better than the thneed or O'Hare air? What could possibly be good enough for her mother to finally notice and say "Good job, sweetie!"? Where would she even get her resources?
She scribbled, stabbed, crumbled, ripped up multiple pieces of paper that her garbage can was overflowing. Paper was laying all over the floor. Until it hit her. She could use the trees, not at all of them, but some of them, and make the most revolutionary thing imaginable. It would be called the swarc. It looked like a trench coat but could be used as a dress as well. It could be shortened, elongated, whatever you wanted. It would be as soft as clouds and light to wear.
She could make her own city, just like the Onceler was able to do. But all she needed to do was grow up.
Years passed and she set outside of the wall on her search for the right environment to make her business. "Hah! Good luck doing that. If it don't go so well, don't come crying back to mama. It won't work. I assure you." Those were the last words her mother said as her goodbye.
As crushed as she was, she went on anyways. She was determined to make this work, and wouldn't stop until it was a success. No matter what. She would make her mother proud of her and notice her.
She knew she could do it. If the Onceler could do it, why couldn't she?