Fanon:Sarah Keaton
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I was born into a lovely family. My dad, a rock star legend and my mum, a part-time spa specialist. I was loved by my parents. My grandparents, Justine and Marty Keaton, loved me and cared for me in the quiet town of sunset valley when my parents were busy. But then, no happy ending lasts forever. My dad found another woman, also a star in music, and left my mother. I, just a child, cried for days with my mother, who was already ill when my father left. But, when I started school as a teen, my mother met Charles. Charles was the one who ruined my life, proposing to my mother on my birthday, marrying her and having my half-sister, Kaytlyn. That year, when I was having my celebration for graduating, I dyed my hair bright bubblegum pink. My step-father shouted at me and slapped me hard when I came home from the spa, entering saying I was going for a manicure and coming out with bright pink hair. My mum just stared as I scowled at her and pointedly looking at Charles. She still stared at me in disbelief and betrayal. I stared back, my gaze as hard as stone.
A few weeks later, Mum, Charles and Kaytlyn spoke to me. They said they were going abroad for a while, and I was to live here, by myself. I was already a young adult, working part-time at the graveyard, and my permenant pink hair was still flashing on top of my head, lighting up my head like a sparkler. I just shrugged. I couldn't care less, as they had not cared for me since the day I dyed my hair. However, my friend, Jared Frio, said there were apartments in the luxury Bridgeport for sale. I packed my bags and left. My small car took me to the King of Nightlife towns, Bridgeport. I bought a cheap, shabby house on the edge of Celebrity Hills, hoping to meet some stars during my life there.
I began as a stagehand in the Acting career to keep me going. I soon found out that this life was not what I expected and began to think I should return to Sunset Valley. This life seemed to be worse than my life back home, where I was neglected But that night, I enetered the cheap dive bar, Eugi's, I met Emmy Starr, a 4 star celeb. She saw my discomfort and we became good friends. I earned 2 stars of celeb talent for becoming friends and started to earn a lot of money. Paparazzi were outside my little house, snapping photos of me as I posed.
I met Alexy in the dance club, Aqarius. When I was getting a drink, he began to chat and go romantic with me. He was a Mr Hunky-McFunky, and soon enough we had that first date. I moved with Alexy the day after, away from my small cottage on the edge of the richest-people-in-the-world hills, to a flat in the middle of Bridgeport. Alexy worked in the culinary career, and I was an actress, so we kept loose ends tight. He seemed to love me so much, I did as well.
It was that one night, the night when me and Alexy were out in Eugi's, when it happened. I went to the toilet, as i had drunk a bit too much and needed the loo. I did my business, came out and saw Alexy. Alexy with another woman. Emmy Starr. They were making out, right in front of me. When they had finished, I stared at Alexy. He saw me, looked and Emmy, and ran.off. Emmy looked so embarrassed and shocked at my arrival. I burst into tears and sank to the floor. Various people came to comfort me, and argued with Emmy. I didn't bother going to talk to her. She knew by gaze that we were friends no more.
I arrived back at the flat. Some objects were missing. The TV, computer and the car were gone. The picture of me and Alexy was torn, and a note was on the desk. I packed my stuff as silent tears fell down my soft cheeks. I just couldn't beleive my to-be husband had done this, done this to me. I phoned the estate agents and said I needed a house. Luckily, my career had given me lots of money, which I had kept secret from Alexy. I bought a penthouse suite in Celeb Hills and moved away. I had became a 5 star celeb, as Alexy was a 4 star, so he knew lots of celebrities that I got to know and I earnt celeb stars.
It was the day of the autumn festival opening day that I met Barry. Barry Tenderlove was one of the sweetest men ever, and we met when we were having an apple bobbing contest together. When he looked in my eyes, I knew he was perfect. We started with a few awkward dates, then progressed to invites to each other's houses and the romantic evenings snuggled on the couch, watching romatic movies. Barry moved in to my house when it became the snowy winter. He settled well, and cared for me as if we had been together from the beginning. On snowflake day, he proposed. Of course I said yes. I still had my pink hair, so it was a wonder he chose me out of all the celebrity women in Bridgeport. Even though he was not what I had dreamed, a muscly, 5 star celeb, but a dainty, kind and romantic chef, I still loved him very much for what he was and he loved me as well.
I gave birth to our child on the last day of winter. She was a beautiful, wavy haired, blonde baby. We named her Crystal. Crystal had taken after me, as I originally had blonde hair, but had traits like Barry, like ambitious and friendly.
This was the start of my new life, my new beginning, and I'm not going to waste it.
THE END