Chapter 1:
*Jade's POV*
*Seventeen years old almost Eighteen years Old*
My short, pale fingers wipes away the last of the fallen tears on my face. Recently I have lost my parents to murder and I just return to the ghostly home from the funeral.
I pull out the black hairband in my long dark brown hair, letting it completely fall just like how my mother had it. The home will be put up for sale within a few days so I can move in with my god family who's willing to help me out with my life.
A knock appears at the front door. I walk back over to it and answered it. It's my godfather, Diamond Dallas Page, my father's best friend ever since high school.
"Uncle Dallas," I called him by the name that I always call him since I was really young.
"Hey Jade," he says, feeling the same feeling. "May I come in?"
"Of course."
I allowed him in so he can feel the ghostly atmosphere.
"Your father is happy with you," he says softly, joining me in the lacking furniture living room.
"You really think so?" I asked softly.
"Yes he is. You're getting your life together at a young age. The college accepts you and you're starting medical assisting. Above all," he says with a smile, placing his large hands on my shoulders, "our training will be more so than usual."
"But what if WWE doesn't accept me?" I asked with a sigh, lowering my head. "With my medical issues and I know it was dad's dream to become a professional wrestler, I already know that they won't accept me."
"Now don't say that," DDP moves my face up to face him. "Don't let your medical conditions become an issue for becoming a wrestler. You're going to study in the medical field and you will know how to manage the conditions through training and building up the dream."
"I know, I just hope it won't be a problem."
"It won't be our precious little monster," he smiles to me.
I smiled back, knowing that I am something.
My whole life changed since that day. I move with my god family as planned and begin to attend school close by. Sure my episodes will come and go, but with Uncle Dallas's DDP Yoga joining more into my routine, it's getting better, but I need to monitor it.
As my birthday approaches, my mind was somewhere else. It's my first birthday with my parents and I'm officially becoming an adult. Brittany and Kimberly, my godsisters, wanted to do something for my birthday. Like something like a party which I am not a party person. I told them I just want a simple, quiet dinner with my favorite cupcakes. That's it. No presents, singing, nothing else.
The Tuesday before my birthday after my classes for the day, I received a call. I send it to voicemail because I didn't recognized the number, but it called again.
"Hello this is Jade Richardson, may I help you?" I answered it.
"Hello Miss Richardson," a rather familiar male voice speaks at the other end of the call.
"Who is this?" I asked, stopping in my tracks in my school hallway.
"I'm Paul Levesque aka Hunter from WWE," he says again.
"Is this really Triple H from WWE?"
"Yes it is. Your godfather Dallas Page told us that your birthday is on Saturday, am I correct?"
"Correct," I replied a little confused.
"How about you have an audition match as a birthday present from WWE?" it sounds like he was smiling on the other end of the line.
"For real Mr. Levesque?"
"For real Miss Richardson. How about two o'clock in the afternoon?"
"Oh sure, thank you," I said, a little surprised.
"You're welcome Miss Richardson. Have a nice day."
"You too."
When the call ended, I'm still surprised of getting a call from Triple H.
My phone rings again and this time it's a text from Uncle Dallas saying, 'Did you like your birthday present little monster? :)'
'You did this?' I texted back.
'Yes I did.'
'Thank you so much :).'
'You're very welcome.'