you're new on the isle. and quite the mysterious girl, so naturally, you attracted harry. you were different from the rest of the impoverished isle, even different from the fortunate ones, and by fortunate I mean the ones who were good enough at stealing and being ruthless to wear leather and have a couple nice things. you dressed different, acted different, and spoke different to. the thing is, no-one knows where you came from. every kid on the isle had been born there, their parents despicable villains who had been outcasted to this magic and wifi restricted island, where they barely even had cable, and no one just showed up, until you.

this was absolute hell for you. naturally, people tried to mess with you, but you were pretty tough. that'd be you're country girl spirit. that's your home. sweet old utah. you'd been living with your single dad for almost 17 years, growing up on a big farm in a small community. you've never met your mom, your dad said she left in the middle of the night, leaving you with him. you'd accepted it, she didn't want you. that didn't matter much to you, though, you had the best dad in the world, a huge group of friends, and you were quite popular at your country high school. until one dad you were suddenly in auradon, or more like the isle. you had no clue what this place even was, magic was real, but not accessible to you? no one here had heard of your favorite songs or movies, everyone was ruthless and tough, or weak and mean. story book villains were real, and your world was spinning.

you'd woken up in an old wooden house, a woman with gray hair, a red velvet gown, and an extremely wrinkly face, shouting "rise and shine daughter!" she seems crazy to you, mumbling about how she finally got you pulled from the real world, from your father. and suddenly it became clear that your mom was mother gothel...supposedly?

you'd had some of your things, some keepsakes and clothes in an old trunk. this world was still throwing you for loops, you didn't fit in here.