Chapter One:
Keadlyn Madeleine Lewis Stokes
Keadlyn Madeleine Lewis was born on May 25, 1975 in Beaumont, Texas. Her childhood was filled with drama, a lot like her present life. Her parents, Kerrie and Kevin, both worked in the field of forensics, her mother a CSI, her father a coroner. She basically grew up in Beaumont City's crime lab. If her parents couldn't get anyone to take Keady, which was hardly ever because their family mostly lived way over in Austin, they'd have to take her with them, which she didn't mind at all. She'd sit in the break room, or her father's office, and read or draw or something. She actually quite enjoyed it.
When she was around six years old, her parents were transfered to New Orleans Crime Lab, Louisiana. They moved onto this quiet little street where the homes were all connected, something you would see in a utopia movie, except the kids playing hockey and football in the streets. There were a lot of those kids, and all Keady wanted to do was fit in. She met this girl, Nathalie, and they played and became good friends, until Nathalie unexpectedly moved away. Keady's parents would never tell her why, only that she was never to talk about her again. She had many friends at school, so she wasn't at a loss.
That didn't last to long, though. She moved to Canada two years later when she was eight. Her parents promised this would be the last move (she was still little, remember, going through a lot that she didn't understand). They moved to Cambridge, Ontario. Not a huge city like Beaumont or New Orleans, and definatly not as entertaining. For the next eight years she met a lot of people, had a lot of friends. But within a few years, a lot of drama came. Her first boyfriend was in grade nine, named Shawn Sdneirf (pronounced Snurf, yeah, not the best name). He was amazing in a lot of ways. Cute, talented, funny, she thought she found her soul mate. They lasted until about, January of grade ten, then they decided to be friends.
Yeah, that year was not a good year for her. It was the year her parents had died. Coming home from taking Keady to a friends, a drunk hit-and-run. Their car was hit head on, right outside their home, and it took forty-five minutes for them to finally arrive at the hospital, where someone prononced them dead. She couldn't believe it. Not that she was best friends with them or anything, but they were her parents, she loved them. She was fourteen, she wasn't supposed to be going to their funeral for another, forty, maybe fifty years! What was she going to do now? Oh God ... foster care? No, that'd be the worst thing. Living with someone she didn't even know. She couldn't imagine living without her parents. They were supposed to take her on family vacations, her mother was supposed to help her deal with things, her father was supposed to ruin her first dates! They were supposed to be at her graduation, wedding, her childs birthdays. And now all she could do was tell her children how great they were.
Her Aunt Lily and Uncle George were still young enough to have children her age. Hell, they had five kids! Four girls, and a boy, who was only ten years older than her and was also in the field. So a few days later she flew all the way home to Beaumont.
She lived the rest of her school years there, too. And she eventually found out what she wanted to do in life. Be like her parents. But, she couldn't really decide which field she wanted to go into. So, while in school, she studied pathology, investigation and eventually chose to be a DNA lab technician. When she told her cousin, he immediatly flew her out to where he lived to get her a job in the same lab as he worked in.