Act 1: Childhood

Princess Pollyanna slides on her ruby slippers, the light dancing across the sequins. Maybe they will transport her home if she wishes hard enough. No, not home. To a castle, in an enchanted forest. With pet unicorns and glittery rainbows and trees that bear sweets. And parents who are kind and doting.

“Pollyanna, come on! What are you wearing, you idiot? Get your wellies on!”

Ugh. Why do her parents always have to interrupt her daydreams? Still, at least this time they’re not screaming at each other. Not yet, anyway. Until they start drinking later.

And why do they have to come camping all the time? If only they could afford exotic holidays like the other children at school.

Second-hand silk ribbons trail behind her in the mud. Maybe next year, Paris? A girl can dream!