Oh my. I haven't been on here and wrote anything for a few months o.o oops. SORREH.
Anyway, I present you: Shining Star aka my new fanfic ^_^ Enjoy!
First of all, let's get these things straight: My name is Starla Barbra Hummel-Berry. But, I go by Starla Berry. I am the offspring of Kurt Hummel and Rachel Berry, and I'm 15. I am a freshman in High school. I've been told by my parents' friends, that I'm most like My mom, and I don't mind that comparison. I'm named after my mom's love for stars, and I'm legally Mom's anyway. After my dad (I think his name was Finn..) mysteriously disappeared a few months before my mom got pregnant, my mom wanted something to take care of, and even though my dad (Kurt) offered to get a puppy or something instead of me, he obliged. I call him dad, yes. But, I am a mommy's girl at heart, I have to admit. My parents, or their friends, never talk about my 'real' real dad that my mom was with before, and I never bothered to ask, since they always look emotional when I do. While on the subject, they DO admit I remind them of him a lot, along with mostly my biological father.
My dad's partner in life, Blaine, is very close to me and I see him as a uncle/father figure too. But, living in this kind of surroundings, when I would try and change clothes, my mom, dad, and Blaine (or step-father) would always have opinions. My mom would offer for me to wear a skirt, and leggings, or my dad would offer skinny jeans. I'm more on my dad's side, since I love skinny jeans in general. Skirts too, not as much as jeans. My mom is a girly-girl that sometimes (Don't tell her this) gets annoying. My dad is...Lady fabulous. Even I know that.
''Mom,'' I say as I step down the last of the stairs, ready to go to school. ''How come when you tell me about your life story, you said for a fact you lived in New York with dad,''
''And?'' She asked, handing me my lunch bag.
''And, Why aren't we still living there?'' I half whine, pouting.
''Star, I told you. If I and you're father were going to have a child, we'd have to move here, Lima Ohio.''
I pull a disgusted face. ''But, But,'' I stutter, knowing I'm losing the argument. I've always loved New York City, ever since I was twelve and mom and dad would tell me stories about New York, and from those stories, I loved New York ever since. But, knowing we went from New York to Ohio, is a very stupid idea.
''Starla, no buts. It was best for you.'' She states, leading me outside where my dad and a huge SUV sits on the curb. I raise an eyebrow, then turn to mom.
''But that wasn't fair that you and dad got to have the fun! I was only a mere sperm, or egg inside either of you-''
''Which means you were apart of the so-called fun you claim we had.'' She finished for me, smiling at me gently. She kissed my forehead. ''Bye sweetie. Have a good day at school.'' She then gently pushed me toward the huge vehicle with my father in it. I roll my eyes, then climb into the car.
''Starla, Sweetie, I have someone to introduce you to,'' Dad began.
''Oh god, not the affection for the car,'' I mumble, knowing where this is going. Dad always talked about this god dang SUV ever since I was old enough to grasp what he was talking about. Mom mentioned that he was always oddly affectionate for the car, and now I get to witness the strange bond.
''This is Sally-''
''The car.'' I finished, with a raised eyebrow.
''..You have no point,'' Dad stated, starting to drive. Boy, this is going to be interesting; my first day at Mckinley High School, aka where mom, dad, and all of their friends went when they were my age. Wish me luck..