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My name is Marina Kratts.
Yes, you heard right, I'm the daughter of one of the Amazing Kratt Brothers, specifically Blue Guy, the Blueberry, the brother who swims, or more accurately, as Dabio calls him, trash.
And before you ask, no. I don't live on the Tortuga, I don't have a creature power suit, and I don't usually go on 'adventures' with my dad.
Listen, I'm not like him; I'm not a Kratts. Well, I do have the last name, but I'm not like them. I don't really like animals, I don't live on the Turtle ship, and I don't even have an animal power suit. That world isn't for me. My world is with my mom, who, by the way, isn't Koki or Aviva. They're just my aunts, and just thinking about the remote possibility of one of them being my mother is disgusting.
My mother is the famously well-known Donita Donita, a fashion industry mogul and former supervillain who made fashions out of live animals. I say "former" because he doesn't do that anymore.
Now you're probably wondering, how is it possible that Martin Kratt had a daughter with Donita? Weren't they supposed to be enemies?
And yes, they were, until one of their confrontations where she, as usual, kidnapped him. According to my mom, things happened there, and nine months later I was born. So no, my parents didn't have a magical love story. I was born, and my mom took responsibility. My dad, on the other hand… from what I understand, he said that a baby and all the responsibility that comes with it would ruin his life and his adventures, so he left… for like three days because he "reconsidered" himself, but that's a lie. Uncle Chris forced him to take responsibility.
I can't say my relationship with him is good. I see him very rarely, and sometimes I feel like he loves animals more than me. I don't blame him too much; animals didn't tie him down for life to something he didn't want from the start.
My childhood was typical of a girl with divorced parents. I live with my mother, who, by the way, stopped using live animals in her designs out of respect for my father. I barely saw my mother growing up; he hardly ever came to my events because he was busy or arrived late and covered in mud.
Dabio has been more of a father figure to me than Martin. The few times we spent time together, he was constantly distracted, talking about things I didn't understand, or simply not showing up with the excuse that he was in the middle of an adventure.
But I don't need him. I don't care how many times I spent Father's Day completely alone, or how much I hate my blond hair and blue eyes because they remind me of him; I didn't need him then, and I don't need him now.
...but my mother forced me to spend the summer with him and the rest of the crew this summer... I hate my life.
He shouldn't think we'll be super close now. I just want this summer to be over so I can go home. But no, my mom thought it would be a good idea, and now I have to spend the summer with my dad who practically abandoned me, my uncle obsessed with order, his inventor wife, my encyclopedia cousin, the crazy baby, the big-bootied black woman, the pizza addict, and his deranged twins.
…Someone please kill me.