I sat happily in the kitchen, playing my favorite game, geometry dash. I was waiting for my sister, Pearl to finish her last minute packing, or whatever, so we could be on our way to Disneyland. Daddy had paid Mayor Mickey to rig the calling, so that Pearl and I would get in.

"Ready to go, Peter?" Pearl called from her bedroom.

"Yes sissy!" I replied. Pearl walked elegantly into the kitchen, and Daddy grabbed his keys.

"No, Daddy. I want to go in the limo." Pearl whined.

"Of course sweetheart." Daddy replaced his keys, and clapped twice. The butler rushed into the room.

"Yes master?" He asked with a bow.

"Fetch the chauffeur." Pearl said, snobbily, sure she was above him. I made sure to slip the butler a tip when Daddy and Pearl weren't looking. He was underpaid for the way they treated him. Sebastian nodded in appreciation, before rushing off to find our chauffeur, Pierre. We stepped outside, and only moments later, the limo skidded to a halt in front of our house, and Pierre, the clumsy son of Sebastian, stumbled out of the drivers seat. He fumbled with the door handle, before managing to open the door, and offer his assistance to Pearl.

"Ladyship- I I mean, majesty- n no I mean princess- wait, mistress- n n no I mean, Madame!" Pierre stuttered awkwardly. He had had a crush on Pearl since the second grade, and we all knew it. Pearl loved taunting boys, and Pierre was the perfect subject, as she could do it from the comfort of her own home. Not that we weren't made comfortable wherever we went. Pearl ignored Pierre's hand, and entered the limo of her own accord.

"Don't attempt to touch me, servant slime. You're grimy hands are not good enough to touch mine, even through these gorgeous silken gloves." Pearl drawled, in an extremely self exorbed voice.

"Of course your exelency- no-" Pearl slammed the limo door shut, interrupting Pierre's second attempt to find the correct word to describe my sister. I could think of a few.

"So Pearl, what are you excited for, when we get to Disneyland?" I asked for the utmost time, hoping for a different answer.

"I've already told you like, twenty times, dipstick!" It was actually closer to thirty. "I want to win. I want all the grandeur and fame, and admiration, of being the gorgeous princess I am, broadcasted on TV for millions- no hundreds of millions of people to see! Can't you see Peter! When I win-" Pearl glanced at Daddy, and changed her mind about speaking her plans. "Well you wouldn't get it, would you Peter. There was a mistake in the womb, and I got all your brains."

"What's woom?" I ask, not understanding. Did they experiment on us in the lab? Is that why I was, 'dipstick'?

"Why do I always have to explain things to you, dimwit? A womb is where babies go, before they're born!"

"You mean the stork's house?" I asked. Pearl growled. "Hey, what about Grampa? Are you excited to see him?" The only reason I entered was to finally meet Grandpa Walt.

"I don't give a number 2 about him. He hasn't sent us birthday gifts since we were two, just before the first Disney Games. He hasn't even sent us half birthday gifts, or 75% birthday gifts, or quarter birthday gifts, or eighth birthday gifts, or sixteenth birthday gifts. So why should I? Even Aunt Gertrude sends us gifts, and she's missing a finger from- ... The thing. That's what she gets for being so ugly, fat, and stupid." Aunt Gertrude was our prettiest aunt. That was just like Pearl, to pull faults out of thin air. The car finally stopped, and we got out. "I love you Daddy!" Pearl said, squealing with excitement. "You'll see me on TV!" Daddy nodded, and I reached over and gave him a man hug, before going to the edge of the train platform, where Pearl was waiting. I stepped inside, and barely remembering to be courteous, held out my hand to help Pearl up into the train. After Pearl had entered the train, she snapped, and Princess nipped me.

"Oww!" I cried out in pain. "What was that for?!" Pearl just stuck out her tongue, and then went to sit on the opposite side of the train, muttering to that rat of hers like a sycopath, and filing her nails. I shrugged, and sat in the seat closest to me. When we got off the train, we were greeted by someone with either weird hair, or a spiky hat, wearing a cloak. They lead us to the park entrance, and I sat down to play geometry dash. Eventually, when the last girl showed up, a guide in a bear fur cloak came and showed us to our respective trailers. I entered mine and was greeted by a beautiful woman with a serene, unfeeling face and a slender figure. She had pale skin, long wavy raven black hair, pulled up into a high ponytail, green eyes, red lips and penciled-on eyebrows. She was wearing a sparkled mermaids gown without sleeves and red high-heel pumps. She had a golden crown atop her head.

"Bath!" She ordered, quite simply, before stalking from the room, with a regal stride. If I knew anything about my grandfather's work, and I knew a lot, this was the evil queen from Snow White. I understood, however, that the people who had villians based off of them needed to work too. Plus she probably wasn't even evil. She only looked like the queen. Right? I stripped, and stepped into the bath. It was a nice bath. Almost as good as the ones at home. Eventually, a timer went off, and I stepped out of the bath, grabbing a fluffy white towel to wrap around myself. The evil queen came out, and handed me a bottle of lotion. "Apply these, then call me." She said, before once again stalking regally from the room.

I smeared the lotion across my skin, and when I was done, I called,"Pretty stylist lady, I'm done!" The Evil Queen entered, suppressing a grin. "Pretty?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded. "You're the prettiest lady I ever met. Even prettier than Ant Gertrude!" The Evil Queen pulled out a compact mirror, and fluffing her hair, and smiling at her reflection.

"You're right. I am pretty. Gorgeous in fact."

She stared at herself for a minute, before I finally said, "Am I gonna go meet Grampa in this? I'm excited. It's amazing how practical important people are, wearing towels to work so they won't have to worry about changing and being late!" The Evil Queen snarled in annoyance.

"No child! Come hither!" She said, leading me towards a hallway.

"Which way's hither? North? I have a boyscout compass!"

"No child! Follow me!" The Evil Queen said, her patience wearing thin. I followed her until I reached a wardrobe. I flung it open, and pulled out a long black cape similar to the one the Evil Queen was wearing.

"Pretty!" She snatched it, yelling,

"That's not for you! Don't touch my things!" The Evil Queen returned the cape to the wardrobe, slamming it shut. "This one is for you, child." The Evil Queen opened another wardrobe, within which was lots of expensive suits. I picked one at random, and pulled it on. It was an average looking black suit. "Come, child. It is time to recive your hair style." I followed her to the hair styling chair, and sat. She cut my hair, and combed it, leaving little fluffy blond bits all over the place. "Here. This pin is required to participate. I pinned Iago's likeness onto my suit.