The Ugly Duckling

-Introduction: Origins Of The Ugly Duckling-

Hello everyone. My name is Elliot Tremaine, or as most people know me, "The Ugly Duckling". You're probably wondering why I am telling you all my name, well until today, no one has told my story. Not one person has ever known what happened to the ugly duckling after that old fairy tale told long ago, but I am here to tell you that that story is not the reality. The ugly duckling was not a boy, nor was the ugly duckling always a swan. So if you are wondering what the real story of The Ugly Duckling is, then just sit back and get ready to take some notes. Okay, so I was born in the New Enchanted Forest to Marcus Tremaine and Rapunzel Tremaine, I have/had two older sisters, Anastasia and Drizella, and I was a fairly normal baby girl. Okay here is where it gets a bit bumpy, so buckle your seat belts. As I grew up, my family grew poorer and poorer. My mother and father had to steal food from others just to feed us. One day my father, Marcus, grew sick and our family was even more hungry by the second. My mother stole some radishes from Gothel's Garden and this woman tells my mother that she will heal my father and keep me and my sisters safe and healthy if she agrees to do something for her in return. But it turns out that she agreed to a deal that didn't end up so well on her part, and got herself locked up in a tower with no way of escape-but I am getting a little ahead of myself here. When I was growing up, my sisters would always look at me differently, like I was in the whole household of people. So I quickly became self-isolated at a very young age. When my mother was taken away, that difference and unwantedness became even stronger. Every day, I'd sit by the river in our little came out spot and just wonder what I was doing wrong. "Is it my hair? Is it the way I talk? Is it the way I look?" I would ask that to myself every single day. As the years grew, my father remarried into a very wealthy family consisting of a mother and a young daughter. The taunting a trauma got worse with this other girl here, it was three against one. The ducklings versus the swan, who will win? I would beat myself up over this, and since the only person who loved me was gone, I had no one. I was completely alone. So one night, I rounded up all the belongings that were important to me and I left. I finally left that wretched place and was off to start somewhere new. I came across a little cottage one evening, it looked nice and quiet and so I went inside. There was a woman and her son living in that cottage. I thought I was about to be welcomed into a loving and caring house but as soon as the boy saw me, he started crying and the mother kicked me out soon after I had settled down there. I was on my next journey when I came across a little wooden hut, not like the cottage it was a wood and mud hut in the woods. I knocked on the door and I saw an older lady at the door. She looked nice and she was, she was extremely nice. She kept in her house for as long as she could. She gave me blankets and food, but sadly it ended too when the lady's son came home and forced me out. And so I was on my own again. It was nighttime now and I was sitting on a giant rock protruding out of the ground, crying. Asking myself why no one wanted me, and that is where our story officially begins.