Her name's not really Rapunzel, but that doesn't matter.
Everything else about her life and the life of a fairy-tale exile is pretty much the same:
She's stuck - at Homework Club, but it feels like a doorless tower,
She's alone - in her misery, anyway, it's not like her teacher, Mrs. Trey isn't there... making her more miserable.
The person that could save her is under an Evil Spell, unable to speak to her, or to be reached.
Any way you slice it, being a Rapunzel sucks.
And right now, being Cadence sucks, too. Now that her Dad's not home, her Mom's all freaked about about Cadence being home alone, so she's stuck staying after school at Homework Club -- how fun is that?! Cadence has a teacher who is totally irritating, and trying to put her in Super Mutant Smart Kid Classes with stupid Andrew Marchetti, who called her Sugar Buns one day. And Cadence has had it with her mother, who won't really talk about her father -- and it's not like Cadence doesn't know the truth. Sometimes her father is, like, sick. And he has to go away. He's been gone sometimes for two or three days, but this time her mother says it'll be maybe a month or even more. Mom says it's because of his C.D., but Cadence hates hearing that.
No. CD's are what you listen to music on. The words are 'clinical depression.'
Cadence is positive it's an Evil Spell, and if only she could figure out who her father was writing to before he got sick, she would maybe have the tools to help him fight. Maybe a friend of her father's from before his illness could offer another way for him to get well and come home. In fairytales, nobody under the power of an Evil Spell has ever escaped alone, so Cadence knows her Dad needs her help. So, locked up at Homework Club, in the guise of Rapunzel, Cadence writes letters from her heart to the only friend her father has, at Box #5667.
The Evil Spell will only be broken if the owner of the box hears what she needs, and writes back.
Original, funny and a little sad, Letters From Rapunzel gives readers new perspectives on coming to terms with the truth about things we can't control, and learning to rescue ourselves.
Talk about serendipity: only a few minutes after reading this post I happened to come across this author's blog!
Now I'll have to read it.
Do! You won't be sorry!
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