A childhood belief about i'm different

When I was little, I of course had my own version of the "I'm an adoptee and my real parents are rich and nice!" story, though my was a little odder. In my version, I was a plutonian princess whos UFO had crashed into a telephone pole when me and my sister were escaping from war. My sister sadly did not live and i was found wearing my synthetic human skin as a baby by my mom. I could speak plutonian, and my people were always contacting me (we communicated through woodchips) telling me to be ready, they were coming to get me becouse my mother was dying and I had to fill her place as the last remaining for the throne of queen of pluto. Also, pluto was seperated into two halves- the warm side and the cold (warm side facing the side, the cold not) and I lived on the warm side and that's why we can survive. Oh, and in our real forms we blended color like the lizard guy in Monsters Inc. And, we were at war with Mars and I think allied with Venus.

To this day I speak plutonian.