When Will My Life Begin

Dear Diary,

It’s me, again. Rapunzel here writing to tell you about my day. It pretty much looks the same as yesterday and the day before, and the day before. But anywho...

As I sit here brushing my hair for the seventh...no, eighth time today, I still wonder when will my life begin? I finally finished the mural on the ceiling today, with a little help from Pascal. What a silly little chameleon! He kept blending in with the paint making it quite the challenge to finish the stars.

Now that the mural is complete, I stare outside the window, the world intriguing me more and more everyday with its vivid colors and delightful smells. Momma still refuses to let me out of the tower even though I’ll be eighteen next week.

Ahh, next week I’ll see the lights. It truly is the most beautiful sight to see on a clear night. They look like floating stars, carrying wishes up to heaven. I still wonder what they could be. Maybe this year I will finally find out. Maybe this year I will be brave and stand up to momma, but I already know her answer. I need to find another way out.

Wait, I hear a noise. I think someone is here. I’ll be back...