I'm just gonna skip the whole I don't own such and such cause I don't own anything.
I look at the TV screen through my fingers. He had just jumped off a twenty foot ladder onto plain white canvass.
I gasp. Why. WHY?! Can't he just have a regular match for once?
"He's going up! He's going up! This is it! NEW CHAMPION!" screamed the commentators.
"Here is your winner and the new WWE Champion, JEFF HARDY!"
Dad's music played and he celebrated with the fans. Cena looked devastated.
I can't believe people think he's hot…
Yeah. That's right. My Dad's Jeffrey Nero Hardy.
Most people would kill to be in my position, but it's not what it's cracked up to be.
We hardly go out. Every where we go Dad's signing autographs for screaming girls.
You're probably like, who the eff are you? My name is Patience Ruby Hardy. I'm sixteen and an only child. I don't have any friends here in Cameron except for my cousin, Melanie Iris Hardy. My Uncle is, of course, Matthew Moore Hardy. He raised Mel on his own since his wife disappeared. Me and Mel go to boarding school in Canada. Our fathers wanted us to be away from the limelight until we finished school.
I go back in about a week.
Cena's got the mic now.
"Jeff Hardy… I gave my all tonight. I fought with all my might but you are the better man…" The crowed clapped and cheered for my Dad and maybe a little for Cena.
"Yo, Pattie!"
I turned around. Mel's here and she's got her riding gear. We were going to ride dirt bikes on my Dad's track.
"Comin'. Did you see the match?" I ask walking to my bedroom, looking for my helmet. That word sounds like Helms. Funny.
"Hell YEAH! J-shizzle was on fire man!" she replied. (Yeah, she always talks like this)
I tied up my blonde hair into a pony tail. It's strange, but Mel and I both ended up looking like female versions of our Dads'.
"I'LL RACE YA TO THE JUMP!" I called over the roar of our bikes. Dad bought them for us when we were younger and we couldn't stop riding them.
On three we were off. I persuaded Mel over to the side of the track. Now that she was outta my way, I could ride safely to the finish.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" I fall to the ground mere metres from the finish.
"HA!" Mel punched the air happily. If I was just one month older…
"What's with pushin' right off my bike?!" I screamed in my southern twang I inherited from my Dad.
"All's fair in love and war!"
Jeff's POV
"Nice match man…' I turned around. It was Matt. I wasn't paying him any attention though. I picked up the picture of my daughter, Patience. She's always wanted to change her name. Don't know why though…
"You miss home don't ya, bro?" I nodded. I wonder if Patience fed the dogs like I asked her to…
"Y'know… Maybe you should retire…"
"WHAT?! Matt I can't do that! Sure I did what I wanted to do, but I love wrestling!"
"But it's hard to watch you out there. Most of the time when you fall it takes a while for you to get up! Imagine how hard that is for your family."
"I WON'T! I'M GONNA WRESTLE TILL I CAN'T NO MORE!"
"JEFF! YOU'RE NOT SIXTEEN ANY MORE! LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP!"
"Whatever… you can't tell me what to do…"
Patience POV
Patience…
Patience!
"Miss HARDY!"
I wake up from my day dream. DAMN! Not again!
"THE ROCK!" I answered.
"Incorrect. The capitol of India is not 'The Rock'"
The whole class laughed at me like always. Like my prayers had been answered, the bell rang.
"Homework for this week! A two page report on India's currency!"
God! Why on earth did I want to take this stupid class? I gathered my things and left.
"PATTIE!" I swung my head around and there he was. The guy of my dreams. Adam…
"Hey, girl! Where have you been?! I called you during class!"
"How the hell did you do that?"
"Meh, another teacher passed out. You seen Mello?"
"Yo! I'm right here!" Mel appeared outta nowhere.
They hugged and laughed about something I didn't know.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
"We weren't going to tell till later but… WE GOT A GIG!"
"OMG! That's awesome!"
"Hey all!"
"Oh! Bryan! Shane!" I jumped on the two guys.
"Damn, you guys grew over the summer!"
"And so did you, Hardy!" exclaimed Shane, looking at my chest.
I blushed.
"Don't let my father catch you goggling at me…"
"Speaking of your Dad, how's he doing? I mean after that ladder match with Cena…"
"Just so you know, we were secretly going for him…"
Adam, Bryan and Shane are the sons of Edge and Lita, or Adam and Amy Copeland.
We have a band called No Secrets. Our parents know about the band, but not that the Copeland boys are apart of it, neither do their parents know that were we are the mystery singers.
"Yeah he's okay. But why would your Dad go for Cena?"
"He hates the Hardy's a hell of a lot more than Cena…"
The bell rang again before Mel could blow up in Shane's face about the incident.
The boys all walked off in one direction while I asked what teacher Mel had next.
"Old Mrs Butterbur…"
"Daaaamn… That teachers a BITCH!"