The Unusual Disney Resident Chapter One

Disney "The Unusual Disney Resident" Fan Fiction story written by Pearl Bramble of Willowbottom

Author's Note: I've read a lot of Disney fan fiction and want to try my own hand at it. This story is inspired the most by Somewhere in Between. If you get a chance to you, should read it. While this story does have similarities to the one it's inspired by, don't worry, it's different. I'm sorry this first chapter is a bit slow and depressive. I have some background to reveal. Please note that I'm in college, so will be very busy studying for exams and completing assignments. I'll also need a little help, such as suggestions, in later chapters. A beta or story helper would be nice. As you can see, my first chapter is a little unclear, but I wasn't sure how to rewrite it. I'll be introducing Disney characters into my storyline as well as characters of my own creation, so any suggestions of who you want to see are welcome.

Summary: The last trip Abigail expected herself to go on was the magical kingdom of Disney. She didn't sign up for larger than life characters, meeting her younger selves, dangerous adventure, unexpected romance, and more. Can Abigail survive a year in Disney as a writer?

The Unusual Disney Resident

Chapter One The Disney Assignment

When I was a little girl, my family went on one of the few vacations I remember taking part in while growing up. While at Disney Land, known as the happiest place on earth, and the one place I wanted to go to since I was five, I met Snow White, who kept on calling me princess, even though I insisted that I wasn't a princess. At that time, I thought that only grownups could be princesses, and to my eight year old eyes, the sixteen year olds were adults.

Now that I was older, I knew better. While I had always been an animal lover, and tried to be respectful and kind hearted to everyone I met, I still wasn't a princess. I wasn't considered the most beautiful person in my town, much less my state, only pretty. I've hardly ever been able to carry a tune, even though, ironically enough, I have a soprano voice. I avoided parties where I was sure to be in a large crowd and feel awkward and out of place. While I made sure that my clothes were clean and looked nice, I paid more attention to how comfortable they felt than how beautiful or fashionable they made me look.

Even worse, instead of being in the five feet range and one hundred twenty pounds, I was four feet eleven inches, and my weight yo-yoed from eighty five to ninety five pounds, which was a mystery in itself, since no matter what I did, my weight always independently rebelled against my pleas for it to be constant. Because of these disadvantages, there was no way the Disney company would hire me as a costumed role-playing princess, unless if they wanted me to play as Minnie Mouse or Snow White. Not that I minded being Minnie Mouse or Snow White for a little while, but I suspected that the Minnie costume would get hot, and I'd probably faint from overheating because I'd be too afraid of telling anyone that there was a problem, for fear of being replaced. This would cause me to be replaced anyway, because I'd be considered unreliable and traumatic to kids because of it. If I can't play Minnie, why not Snow White, you ask?

Well, even though Snow White was a good, moral person, I personally just didn't admire her like I did Ariel, Belle and Jasmine, and later on, Tiana and Rapunzel. I secretly still loved the Disney Princesses though, even as a woman in my mid-twenties.

After finding out that I wasn't Disney Princess material, and would most likely just be a janitor or shop worker, I didn't ask my cousins for help in getting adjusted to California, make my own way in Florida, or fill out the online application. Instead, I stayed in Oklahoma and completed my bachelor's degree in the one talent I had that I was good at and loved, writing. Since then, I became one of the many writers' for a magazine, even though I hadn't taken any journalism classes. It sure was ironic how things worked out, but I loved my job, until my boss gave me an offer of a lifetime.

"Gail, since you're so good at writing about a variety of subjects, I'm assigning you to write about the cynicism of this world and the idealism of Disney. You'll be going to Disney for a year to study about the world of Disney, and at the end of the year will write an article about the idealism of the fantasy world that's portrayed from the movies and the cynicism of this world." Ms. Jones, a highly stylish lady that always wore the latest fashions, making me feel inadequate in her presence despite the self confidence I'd gained while in college, explained this as she sat on her throne like chair, surveying me with a superior air.

"You mean I'll be going to Disney World for a year to write about its idealism? I don't mean to be rude or offend you…if you'll allow me to be blunt with you…Why are you sending me to Disney World for a year when I can observe the park in a week?" The last thing I wanted to do was let my childhood learned bluntness get in my way by making myself on the receiving end of my bosses anger. At the same time, I was confused. Why would this assignment take longer than the usual ones? Most of the time, I'd be given a week to a month to complete an assignment, why would this one take a whole year.

"Because Disney is another world, different from ours, Gail, it isn't just a trip to the vacation spot in Florida." I didn't bother correcting my boss that my name wasn't Gail, even though I hated that name. People attempted to create a nickname out of my full name too many times for me to count. Feeling frustrated by this, I'd question why my parents named me Abigail, remembered why, and accepted the nicknames, even though it was annoying.

"What I want from you is to show our readers the darker side of Disney."

"Don't the Disney villains provide enough of that?" I asked, smirking at the satirical way my boss worded her suggestion.

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear. I mean the other side of Disney. What darkness do the characters of good keep hidden? What gem of goodness do the villains not want anyone to know about? How different is Disney's idealistic side of life different from the cynicism we put upon ourselves when we stop being children and learn to live in the difficult real world as grownups where there's no magic and no happily ever after?"

Words such as pessimist and cynic immediately came to mind as I thought of ways to describe my boss, but I wisely kept my mouth shut. The last thing I needed was to be fired from my job or moved back down to a menial position just because I ran my mouth, I'd worked too hard trying to get to this position in the first place to lose it in one go with a few poorly chosen words.

"You can write about whatever you want to, as long as it sticks to those subjects I suggested. If you're writing is as good as it has been, you'll be promoted along with a raise. Now, you'll just need to concentrate on writing, because thanks to the generous support your boss through money, all of your expenses will be paid, including hotel, meals, medical expenses and emergencies." Ms. Jones added as I opened my mouth and tried to figure out my response between my shock at the advantages. After my brain started working, I had to prevent myself from telling my boss just what I thought of her. Thinking about my year long trip and freedom to write about any subject I chose kept me from losing my temper over her arrogant attitude.

"I'll expect you to be in here with all of your bags packed by tomorrow."

"That soon?" I gasped, trying to remember everything I'd need for a year long trip.

"Unless if you don't want the assignment," Ms. Jones added with a raise of her right trimmed eyebrow which made me wince when I thought of my bushy ones in comparison.

"I, I'll do my best," I stuttered out, trying to come to grips with the offer I was given.

"That's what I want to hear. I expect to see you here tomorrow, ready for the most important trip of your career." With those words, Ms. Jones pushed me out of her office and shut the door in my face.

As I stared at the door, then slowly walked back to my cubicle that was called an office, one question repeated itself in my mind. Disney was real?