Disclaimer: This is my story. I posted it once before but that was a mess up. I do not own any of the WWE Superstars they are property of themselves and Vince McMahon I wish I did own a few of them. -. I also do not own any rockstars or TV stars in this story. I only own Anya, Carlos, Anya's Aunt and Uncle and any friends of Anya that are not stars. This is only for fun please don't sue. Anything important like translations will be in parenthises.
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Chapter 1: A Little Introduction
Hi! Before I tell you my story, maybe I should tell you who I am. My name is Anya Marie Burgus. I am 16 going to be 17 on March 24, the same day as my father. My last name is my mother's. I never knew who my father was. I was told that my naturally wavy hair comes from him and I'm strong like him. I live with my aunt Lisa, her husband John and my baby brother, Carlos, who is 2. My mom died giving birth to him and my step-dad didn't want us. So now I live with her. I have medium brown hair (a combination of both parents), grey eyes from my mom. I'm 5'7", and fit for my age. I grew up in Texas but moved to Wisconsin to live with my aunt. I get straight A's with scholars, I'm a Junior and Valedictorian of my class, I'm in the Drama club, Choir, Soccer, Swimming, and Wrestling teams. I've won academic events and have a shit load of trophies from each sport. I'm popular but I know who my real friends are, I'm not like the others, I'm gothic and I listen to all types of rock and some country. My best-friends are Liz, Candy, and Rick. I've known Liz and Candy since I came to Wisconsin and I've known Rick since last year. I always straighten my hair and barley wear make-up and when I do it's heavy. And now my story begins.