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CHAPTER ONE: Meeting Erin

A/N: It's taken me six months to post up a story on this site. If you wind up liking this story that's great because I think that I could really have fun writing it. Laterz people!

"Come on back inside so we can discuss this rationally," Erin scoffed at the mere suggestion. Sure like you could ever take your head out of your butt long enough to hear me.

"Where are you going? We are not finished yet?"

Speak for yourself. You may not be done but I am. That's what she really wanted to say but didn't. Instead she said, "I'm going for a stroll through the park."

She couldn't believe the way her father was acting towards her. For as long as she could remember, whenever she wanted to do something for herself, her father was always quick to point out the negatives.

"I GOT IN," A then 16 year old Erin yelled. Her father came into the room to see what al the commotion was about, when he heard his daughter say 'she got in'. "I got in to NYU. I'm going to go to school in New York City, Daddy," she exclaimed hugging him.

"But what about what we discussed. I thought you were going to go to school here in Texas."

"Well, I changed my mind. I've lived in Texas all my life. Now it's time to go to someplace new and exciting like New York," She told him, smile gone from her face.

"I don't care, you're going to go to school here in Texas," He argued, "Besides you are just 16 years old. You have plenty of time to move away from home."

Yup, just like him to try and stop me from doing something I really want to do such as moving away from home. As much arguing as we did on my choice of college in the end, he let me go northeast to New York. But just like last time when the subject of my moving away came up, he tried everything in his physical power to get me to stay home.

Only difference this time is I'm not going to just sit there and let him attempt to tell me what to do. I'm Erin Ja'nae Michaels, daughter of Shawn Michaels and niece of Kevin Nash and Paul Levesque. And I'm here to say I'm not going to take this anymore.

So on that note, Erin got up from the park bench she was sitting on and slowly stalked back towards her father's home. . .

A/N: Review and tell me whether or not you liked it and if you think I should continue with it. Also if while you are reading this and you think up a title for the story, let me know and I'll decide whether it will fit the overall story.