I woke up the following morning in a strange structure. There was a single round room with stairs leading up to what must be the bedroom above. I was laying down on a couch in the sitting area, about six feet away from the kitchen, which was mediocre at best. The rest of the entire room was sparsely furnished and there was no light except for a single window which let the morning light shine unforgivingly into my weary eyes.

The strangest thing about the building was that there was no door leading outside. 

I sat up quickly, trying my hardest to remember what happened the night before that I would wake up in a strange place. I looked into the kitchen and saw my pupil, and suddenly it came back to me with the force of a punch. 

The girl was making breakfast, the wondrous smell of fresh fruit and vegetables wafting gently over to where I was. She was silent, chopping away at a carrot furiously. I got up and gingerly put my hand on her shoulder. She looked around at me, her grief all too visible in her eyes. 

"Rapunzel..."

"Why would she do that?!" She set down the knife and thrust herself into my embrace. She sobbed violently as I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed reassuringly. 

"Rapunzel, it might help to tell me what happened. Maybe you will feel better," I said, soothing the crying child. I wasn't too far from tears myself, but I needed to know more than anything what had happened when I sent my young friend back home.

"Yes, you're right." She wiped the tears from her eyes and took big, deep breaths before she continued. "When I got home last night, only my father was still up to greet me. We talked for about an hour before my mother yelled from upstairs that we needed to go to sleep. We hurried to do as she said, and I woke up almost an hour later to the sound of someone throwing stones at one of the windows. I got up silently and snuck into the hallway. Mother had already beat me to answering the persistent person waking everyone up outside and was standing in our sitting room with the man.

"For the first time in my entire life, I saw her laughing and talking to someone else, listening to them with great interest, and it made me angry. How dare she? How dare she never give the time of the day to her own family yet she openly accepts strangers? I was so mad, I hardly realised that my father was standing right in the hallway. He seemed to have not noticed me, and was looking on in horror as my mother, the woman he loved so much, despite how she treated the both of us, put her mouth on the stranger's.

"He walked into the sitting room, anger radiating out of him, another first for my life. He walked over to the traitors and pulled my mother off the fellow before hitting him squarely in the jaw. Mother cried out and pushed Father away, slapping him, while I watched the other man grab a piece of  firewood. I ran out from my hiding place as my mother continued to hurt the only person who loved me in that house and used one of those spells you taught me.

"Mother was thrown back about three feet and had gotten a bloody nose. When she saw that the reason for this was me, she picked up the whip, which she kept around for punishing her husband and daughter, and grabbed me by my hair. I screamed, and not much later you came in and saved us."

My poor pupil stopped her story here, looking up at me with fresh tears in her eyes. I could see she was grateful for my intrusion, and she collapsed back into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Father is dead, and Mother might as well be. I'm an orphan, and you are all I have left." She began to cry even harder into my shoulder, and I suddenly realized that this was true. She might as well be an orphan. He mother would never accept her back unless she married a prince, and at this rate, she was never going to leave my sight ever again.

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Hey guys, if there even is a "guys."  Is it me, or are there other people reading this story who are not me? I don't know, but I find it kind of hard to believe that I have read and re-read  this so many times that I almost have twenty reads. This is a weird feeling for me. I might puke. 

This is the first time I have written an author's note. I just wanted to say that I will try my hardest to upload a new part once a day, if not two or three new parts. Also, I would like you guys to tell me how terrible my story is. Or how half-decent it is, whatever. Whatever floats your boat. Tell me the things you hated about each chapter, or maybe tell me about the parts you actually like. I don't care either way, if you hate it or like means nothing to me. I just want to know that I am not hallucinating those numbers. *gag*

Also, I know some of these chapters are kind of long. I am sorry if you don't like it, but I have troubles controlling myself. I need someone to stop me from being so cruel. Unfortunately, there is no one to stop the monster I am becoming. 

Last thing, I swear. I actually kind of enjoy this story. I never liked the witch who was Rapunzel's biological mother, so if I make her super evil, eh, whatever. I like how this is turning out. So if you hate this story, please tell me. I can't tell if something is going well or not, but I love to hear your opinions. Your idea of the story helps me determine if this path is not right. I want to know before I am too far along to change it. I want to do this story justice. And also, suggestions and predictions are much loved. They are my friends. If you have any ideas on what should happen next, comment it, and I will comment back telling you that I stole your idea. (I won't steal it unless you give me permission to, so I guess it really isn't stealing. Don't question me!) 

You guys are fantastic for wasting your time on this story, and I love you.