In order to get some random ideas out of my head and finally start writing more chapters of TRSW, I am writing this story.

In this story, YOU will guess who are the parents of these fan-made characters!

The clues are in their personalities, appearances, and actions, and also some TDI campers will make some appearances, but to be evil, I shall not give any first names. Ha! They shall be referred to as "Billy's dad" or "Mr. Johnson." Ha! I'm evil....

If you guys guess correctly, I will write a chapter about whose children you want to read about next!

So start guessing! And just to put it out there, I appreciate every character on TDI, so every character will be bashed or made fun of equally....

And remember, if you guess correctly, I will write a chapter about the children of your choice!

I wish you luck!

"What about the red one?" Stacey asked, gesturing towards the rack of dark red blouses.

The dark-haired girl watched her mother purse her lips in a slightly disapproving way.

'Or not…,' Stacey recanted to herself.

"Stacey, you are running for office, not for cheerleader of the year," her mother answered. "The color red is an attention getter, but it's not the color you will want when you present yourself to the public. You don't want to come as inappropriate off to the public, do you?"

"Nobody's going to care…" Stacey mumbled under her breath, but the teen mumbled this especially low, so that her mother would not hear.

After lecturing on the importance of proper appearance for a few moments, Stacey's mother sighed before heading off to search for a more suitable blouse in another clothes rack.

Stacey then sighed a little to herself. She was a disappointment; she knew it. Although her mother had never really said it, Stacey knew that she was a constant disappointment. She just hadn't inherited her mother's drive for success…

"Stacey!" Her mother's words shocked the teenager out of her reverie. "Stacey Ann, you are supposed to be shopping for an appropriate outfit for your acceptance speech. Right now, it seems like I am doing all the shopping while you're just standing there."

"Sorry, Mom," the blue-eyed teen mumbled sheepishly. Of course, it wouldn't matter to her mother that she hadn't actually won the student council secretarial race yet, and to buy an appropriate outfit for an acceptance speech six weeks before the actual voting was to begin was jumping the gun a little. But how could she lose? The competition wasn't all that great, just a bunch of nerds and losers. And she was her mother's daughter after all. Even she had inherited some of her mother's infamous determination to win.

She was her mother's daughter.

Stacey would have pondered this matter more, but she was interrupted by her mother's thrusting a blue designer blouse in her arms and ushering her into one of the fitting rooms.

"Stacey, what are you doing in there?" Mrs. Hines called out in impatience ten minutes later. The brunette woman stamped her foot and glanced at her cell phone.

'Darn it!' The well-dressed woman hissed to herself. It was already 6:45 PM, and by now she had missed both her 4:15 and 5:45 PM meetings because of this shopping trip with Stacey. With luck she could make that 7:30 meeting. That is, if her sluggish daughter could find an appropriate outfit in an acceptable time.

"Stacey…" Mrs. Hines began.

"Yeah," came a muffled reply from inside the fitting room.

"Could you please put some more hustle into it? I'm going to be late for an important meeting!"

There was no reply to this from inside the fitting room. Mrs. Hines smiled. 'She is so much like her father." He too didn't respond to her right away when she made him angry—well, not for a short time at least.

Mrs. Hines knew that her daughter wanted to spend more time with her. She knew that Stacey resented all of the messages, and the meetings, and the weeks-long trips across the globe that kept her apart from her mother. It was understandable. Mrs. Hines was a very rational woman. She could sense the sense of loss from her daughter, the stiff anger from her husband as she left every other week for some distant country…

But what they did not understand was the thrill. There was nothing else in the world like the thrill she got. Mrs. Hines found pleasure in engaging in lucrative deals worth billions of dollars and become acquainted with people who could ruin the lives of millions with just a single stroke of a pen… They did not understand the power those people held; the power that she might hold, no wait, WILL hold one day if she just kept pushing… Besides, how else could her husband afford his extensive motorcycle collection? How else could her daughter have gotten that brand new two-seater?

"Be quiet, mother! You are ruining my shopping therapy," a nearby voice barked.

Mrs. Hines was startled for a moment at this voice intruding into her thoughts. Her well-coiffed hair flew temporarily out of place, but she quickly composed herself and took notice of the new mother-daughter couple who just came into view.

The daughter was stunningly beautiful. Her long, brown hair was stunning. Her deep brown eyes were stunning. Even her sparkling white teeth were stunning. She glided into the room as if she was a walking down the runway in Paris. Mrs. Hines could hear the people gasping and trailing after her as she made her way towards the fitting room.

But Mrs. Hines herself wasn't moved. She had experienced these flashy types before.

"But dear, what's so bad about college? You are such a pretty girl, but—"

And then Stacey's mother saw the beautiful girl's mother, and she almost laughed.

The woman was ridiculously short, and the flattering designer clothes she was wearing couldn't completely hide a rather dumpy figure. Her hair was exactly the same color as her daughter's, but hers seemed to be more lifeless and dull. The woman's face was hidden by a combination of dark huge glasses and an enormous pile of clothes. Apparently her daughter was using her as a human clothes basket while she shopped. The two stood by side by side: the gorgeous and the homely. Mrs. Hines found it hard to believe that they were actually mother and daughter.

"You are ruining my shopping therapy!" the daughter hissed. "Please, mother. Can you not nag for once?"

"B-but…" the short woman stammered.

Strangely, Mrs. Hines shuddered, as if a ghost from long ago had stepped out of the past and touched her shoulder. There was something familiar about the woman's voice. It made her think of memories she had long forgotten. Memories of a lake, and spinning fire, and most particularly the devious smirk her husband used to have--no wait--one he still had…

"Was she one of my husband's co-workers?" Mrs. Hines pondered as she leaned a bit to study the short woman's face. But the woman's face was shadowed by a combination of the glasses and the clothes, and the brown-haired woman could not see her face.

"Ugh!" the daughter moaned. Then she turned to a nearby mirror used by customers to judge how well they looked in outfits and made a face. "Look," she said. "You have made me frown, mother. I'll probably wrinkle early now, but that's what you want, isn't it?"

"No, Lin, that's not what I want," the small woman said a bit more forcefully.

However, the beautiful Lin was tired of the whole argument, and snatched the topmost article of clothing out of the stack in her mother's arms and headed towards the fitting rooms.

But a fitting door opened and out stepped a sour-looking Stacey, squeezed tightly into a small blue blouse. Before she had thrust that blouse into her daughter's unwilling arms, Mrs. Hines hadn't personally picked out a single article of clothing for her daughter in three years. Apparently, her daughter had grown since then.

The two daughters were face-to-face for a moment: attractive Lin in a sleek black jacket and jeans and sour-looking Stacy in a too small blouse whose buttons were threatening to pop. Then Lin harrumphed and sucked her teeth and slammed the door of the nearest fitting room extra loudly.

Mrs. Hines could take Lin's insulting her own mother—it was almost shamefully funny, really--, but nobody sucks their teeth at her daughter and gets away with it. Wait until she found out exactly who this girl was, she'd make her life a living hell… But she needed to give the mother a straight talking to first.

"Look, you need to start teaching your daughter some manners before some of us—" Mrs. Hines began before she noticed that Lin's mother had apparently already disappeared.

"Um, Mom," Stacey interrupted. "If you haven't noticed, this blouse is way too small."

"Yeah, yeah, so go and pull it off," Mrs. Hines said absentmindedly as she checked her watch. 7:03, if she left now, she'd just be a little late. If only Stacey would hurry up, she can go.

"I wore this size in seventh grade, Mom." Stacey said softly. The blue-eyed teen really wanted to say, "You don't know what size I am. You don't know my favorite color. You don't know my boyfriend's name… You don't know that I hate the color blue after I broke my leg falling out of the Masons' huge blue tree house out back. You were gone all those times! You were gone on your business trips, sucking up to the big, fat, rich people of the world! You weren't there when Muffy died. You are never there for me!! Dad was always there!" But mostly she wanted her mother to realize the pain she felt.

It was her father's idea that her mother and she go shopping. Stacey hadn't seen or talked to her mother in a month and didn't really want to see her at all, but somehow her dad talked her into it---with a little persuasion of course.

"Sure you did sweetheart," Mrs. Hines said as her phone rang. The brown-haired woman answered it in a flash. "Charlotte…" she answered with a smile. "No, no, I sent the agenda to your inbox already…"

Stacey wanted to snatch that cell phone out of her mother's hand and crush it underneath her foot, but she hesitated.

"It's not worth it," the dark-haired teenager thought. She turned around and walked back to her fitting room and closed the door.

Lin turned around and around, admiring her fantastic body through the clear glass mirror on the wall of the fitting room. The brunette girl giggled. Now this was exactly what she needed: a little shopping therapy.

Lin aspired to be a professional model. Photographers praised her hair, they blessed her bone structure, and they swore by her deep brown eyes. She would have taken the modeling world by storm years ago if her mother wasn't so stubborn about her getting an education. Education was for regular people. As long as Lin had this face and this body, she could make a million dollars just by smiling at the camera. Her would-be livelihood was herself.

The beautiful would-be model heard the door of the stall beside her slam shut. She heard only one small sniff come from the girl suffering next door.

"Poor girl," Lin thought. "It's not good to cry…" Goodness knows that Lin herself had had a great deal to cry about that day. Her heart briefly went out to the unknown girl next door.

A loud thump could be heard next door. The too-small blue blouse was ripped off with such force that Lin winced.

"Now you can't treat the garment roughly because you were too fat to fit it..." Lin frowned to herself, before she immediately became frightened about the possibility of a wrinkle. Her sympathy for Stacey was extremely short-lived. As always, her attentions returned unto herself.

Then something caught the aspiring model's beautiful eye. It was the bright shine of a candy wrapper. Lin stared at it. Judging from the wrapper, the candy appeared to be chocolate.

Lin hadn't eaten chocolate since she was twelve years old. Chocolate, they said, could make her fat, rot her teeth, give her zits... Chocolate was out of the question if she was truly determined to model.

Her stomach rumbled noisily. She stared at the chocolate candy. It was only one piece....

"It's only one piece," Lin thought. "One piece wouldn't hurt." Lin didn't know where that chocolate came from, or how long it had been on the floor, or from which direction it could have rolled from, but at that moment, she did not care. Today, just hours earlier, Lin had lost her father's once rock-hard support.

Lin's father was the most important person in her life. He was the one who was the most supportive of her modeling career. It seemed like her mother was convincing everyone that college was more important. But Lin knew the real reason why her mother was doing this, and it wasn't about college at all. It was because her mother was jealous of her. Everyone knew that her mother wasn't beautiful in her teenage years. Her mother was dull and unpopular, and Lin was beautiful and stunning. Everyone wanted to be her friend. Of course, they would. And her mother had never had that experience, and now, years later, she is hating her daughter for being what she is. Absolutely gorgeous... And her mother had said that the industry was transforming her into a nasty person. Ha! Whatever. Lin had argued against that. But then, unexpectedly, her father agreed with her mother on this. And Lin was crushed.... Her father had left her side. He had betrayed her.... He wasn't on her team anymore. She had taken him.

Afterwards, the beautiful girl had had a tantrum in her beautiful room and had risked her lovely face from puffiness and early aging from all the tears she shed. But not once did her father reconsider.

So Lin didn't care anymore. She didn't care about anything anymore. And that was why she bent down and reached for that chocolate bar, only to find that she wasn't alone. The girl next door, Stacey, was reaching for it too. Her arm was visible in the small gap between the fitting rooms' wall and the floor. Frightened that Stacey would get it first, Lin grabbed it before Stacey's black fingernails could reach.

"What the hell? What are doing with my candy bar?" Stacey growled. She really didn't need this kind of crap right now. Right now the dark-haired teen only wanted to go home, punch all the fluff out of her pillow, and reflect about how unfair life really was.

"I found it," Lin replied tersely and clutched the chocolate closer to her body as if she was a mother protecting her child.

"It's mine," Stacey said simply, trying to hold back some of her frustration. Her mother once told her that it was best to talk through a difficult situation… But Stacey didn't want to think about her mother at the moment. "It's my last Choc-ola, and it fell out of my pocket when I was changing my shirt."

"How do I know that's true?" Lin asked suspiciously. In all honesty, the model didn't care if the chocolate bar belonged to Stacey or to the Emperor of China. She was not giving it up. Right now, the beautiful girl needed something to fill a newly gaping hole in her life (with this, Lin nearly started crying over her father again), and right now this chocolate was the (temporary) fix. There was no way she was giving it up.

"J-just go away! Screw you, you freak!" Lin cried. It wasn't like that girl couldn't buy herself another candy bar. Jeeze!

"Look, you—" Stacey snapped, suddenly losing her patience with this loon in the next room. She was not going to take anymore crap from anyone today. She was already taking crap from her mother by not saying what she felt, taking crap from her father by being where she doesn't want to be, and taking crap from her school, and from her "friends," and---

"It's Lindsay, not you," Lin replied smugly. She had the candy bar, and this girl did not. The model felt a small wave of satisfaction. At least she had won something that day. Her mother had won the support of her father, but at least she had won something that day. And there was no way anyone can take this from her…

But Stacey had had enough. The pressure of that day seemed to descend upon her conscious all at once: her disappointment with her mother, her anger, the pressure to constantly be the best, to conform to what was expected of her, and now this idiot's toying with her. Stacey could let all of these things go, but not this one. All of the pressures in her life seemed to be suddenly rolled up into one, and it could all be released….if she just beat the crap of the stuck-up girl next door.

This girl is now the stand-in for her bedroom pillow.

And so Lin, or rather Lindsay, never could have expected the foot smashing through the fitting room wall just as she finished her last, delicious bite.

The gorgeous young woman screamed.

And so Stacey's mother never made it to her 7:30 meeting.

And can you guess who are the parents of Stacey and the parents of Lindsay? I think I made this one too easy. Ah, well. And remember, if you get it right, I'll write a story about your choice! So please come up with some different choices. I enjoy not writing about the norm, so think!

And if you want to use these, or any other characters, in one of your stories, just PM me.