Author's Note: The point of view jumps around a bit, but it should be easy enough to keep track of…I hope. Reviews and any kind of comment or advice are very much appreciated! Also, any inconsistencies that you detect please let me know. Enjoy!

Intro

It's 1960. Tracy Turnblad is 15 and obsessed with The Corny Collins Show and Edna Turnblad's self confidence is at an all-time low. Wilbur Turnblad's novelty shop, the Hardy Har Hut, is doing very well. He spends many late nights there. Kelly Wiley is 18 and just graduated from high school last June. Despite their age difference, Tracy, Penny Pingleton, and Kelly have been best friends all throughout high school. The two younger ones were sad to see her go, but since Kelly lives next door to the Turnblads and visits their home every single day to help Edna with her business and do household chores, they still see a lot of each other. In fact, Kelly spends more time at the Turnblad residence than in her own home. Her mother is a combination of very flighty and very self-centered, without much room in her life or her heart for anyone else, and everyone swears that her father is the neighborhood flasher (he has some issues). But all in all, she figures she has got it pretty good.

Prison Bars and Pecan Pie

Chapter One

Kelly entered the Hardy Har Hut one early afternoon two weeks after her 18th birthday, her arms laden with paper bags. Wilbur Turnblad raised his eyebrows, smiling.

"Got everything?"

"And more," She grinned. He smiled, not taking the hint. She bid him adieu and exited the shop. She climbed the stairs and made her way to the kitchen, sighing as she sat the bags on the counter. She started taking things out and putting them away. She had reached the bottom of the first bag where sat the Baby Ruth's when she realized she had not yet seen the lady of the house.

"Edna?" She called.

No answer. Kelly checked the backyard, thinking maybe Edna was hanging clothes on the clothesline, but no such luck. She wasn't in the bathroom either. On her way back down the hall Kelly passed Wilbur and Edna's closed bedroom door. She stopped short when she heard a clatter from within. She knocked quietly. Receiving no response, Kelly eased the door open. What she saw stopped her heart cold.