A/N: Okay, I have been meaning to post this story for awhile. Tell me what you think. Thanks for everything. Review!
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Trina.
Katrina Marie Vega.
WhoTheHellCares?
The girl everyone at Hollywood Arts knew about, for all the wrong reasons.
The girl who was brought up in everyday conversations quite frequently, for all the wrong reasons.
The girl who knew she had no talent but wanted nothing more than to be famous, for all the wrong reasons.
Even a girl as dense as Cat could eventually realize how talentless Trina Vega truly was.
She wasn't the self-absorbed idiot everyone credited her for.
She was absolutely horrid, this much she knew.
She knew when he notes went sour.
She knew when the others slowly backed away in a mix of confusion terror and amusement at the sight of her dancing.
She knew when her acting left the scene feeling incomplete.
But she simply ignored it.
She ignored her parent's huge bribes to get into the school.
She ignored the hushed giggles and faces smirking down at her from the stage she longed to be on.
She ignored the glass-shattering, ear-splitting, painful screeches that came from her sister's delicate mouth.
Everyone loved Tori's voice.
Tori was the talented one.
Tori was the ideal teenage girl.
Tori was going places.
WhyTheHellCan'tSheSingLikeThat?
All of Hollywood arts marveled over the angelic sounds that escaped Tori as she poured her heart into every song, but all Trina hears is acidic yelps.
That's right, the heavenly music everyone fell head over heels for was nothing more than shallow, scratchy, whines that dripped with acid at every note.
Trina knew she probably couldn't do better, but it didn't matter anymore.
It didn't matter anymore that Tori got in on chance and she had to make her parents work their ass off to get her in.
It didn't matter anymore that Trina would never get the attention Tori did.
It didn't matter anymore that Tori would always be the favorite.
Of Everyone.
How?
She would be famous for something one day.
Even if performing failed her, she would find a way.
Because, c'mon, this is Los Angeles, it's not that hard to be seen.
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So, its ten years after her high school graduation, and look where she is now.
Her plastic surgeon quit on her.
She's as poor as hell.
She is the biggest porn star out there.
WhatTheHellHappened?
She paced her tiny, disease-infested apartment, feeling dirty and slutty, and for once not caring.
Not caring she looked like a disgusting whore.
Not caring she was nursing the biggest hangover a person could survive.
Not caring that she was high off the strongest drugs she could find.
So as she laid, twitching and gasping for air on a lumpy hospital cot and heard the heart monitor beside her slowly fade and feel her whole body give out from drug abuse and drinking herself into a sleep so deep she can't see the surface through the gin and tequila.
She couldn't find it in herself to care.
WhyWouldSheCare?
She was away from her home.
She was away from her so-called friends.
But most importantly?
She was away from Tori.
That's all she ever wanted.
She just wanted some fucking attention.
She just wanted some slight sign if concern.
She just wanted to someone to say it was going to be okay.
But she never got it.
Because she's Trina.
Trina.
Katrina Marie Vega.
WhoTheHellCares?
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A/N: Alrighty then, not entirely happy with the outcome of this :(
I'm not entirely sure if I should add more chapters and make each character get a story like this. . .
Review and let me know what you think.
I'm hoping to update everything a few times by New Years. . .Wish me luck.
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-DanceChic23