Update 14/22/4: Hello. I am living. How is it going? Good? Fabulous. Well, I'm here doing a revise of this story. I've been making an actual book, but writers block has taken me and killed my desire to write said book. I'm not putting it up anywhere though. Not until it's up in stores. *puts on sunglasses* YEEEAAAHHH. Alright. I'm revising this bitch because I've learned how to write gooder. (Note: That was a joke) So, until an idea hits me, I'm back. To put it in fandom terms: Surprise bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

Update 10/7/12: Okay, I know this may seem like a horrid story with all the problems and what not…but give it a chance? I think it gets better later on, but I don't know. I had no editor and still have no one to edit my stuff. It's all me with my head on school and other things. All I ask is for you to give this a chance to heat up. Maybe or just go along with your merry day.
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"Did you say goodbye to your mother?" My dad's rough voice broke me from my thoughts.

"Yes dad." I said tapping my converse gently on the dark maroon carpet, trying not to seem annoyed. I stood by the terminal in Olympia Regional Airport waiting for the announcement. My adrenaline was pumping as I glanced at my phone to check the time. I glanced back up at the boarding time.

"There's only two more minutes." I thought to myself as I tried shaking off the nerves that made my heart beat uncontrollably fast. I wasmoving to Tampa, Florida from the small town of Centralia, Washington. I mean, I had lived in Louisville, Kentucky for almost six years doing OVW, but I had a strong feeling that Louisville was not like Tampa. Moving is a giant deal for me. I've wanted to move to Florida since I was a little girl. Something about the place made had drawn me in.

Maybe it was because my dad always traveled to Tampa. He's a lawyer. He stays local now, but when I was young, he used to travel to see his clients. Most of his clients lived out of the state, so he would almost always be gone weekdays.

I remember when he got home on weekends; he would always have something for my twin brothers, Zac and Eric. He always gave them little key chains. When it came to my present, it was usually just between him and I. It was a postcard from the place he had been. Even if the postcard's picture was from miles away, he got it for me. I always loved the ones from Florida the most. Everything seemed peaceful there…

The real reason that I was moving to Florida was because of Mr. McMahon. He wanted me to become part of the official roster of WWE. I breathed in. Of all the talented people in OVW, he picked me, of all of the women in OVW; he picked me to become a WWE Diva. I was beyond flattered. I had bent over backwards for that company for years and now I was being rewarded for it. It felt good, but I wasn't about to let it go to my head. I was going from the top of one food chain to the bottom of the next. I breathed out quietly. That was a terrifying thought.

I knew I was going to the bottom of the food chain in WWE, and being at the bottom meant more training to achieve something greater. I was moving to Tampa to work in FCW while I was in the WWE. I was glad I could train while I had time off. Practice makes perfect, and I still needed to work on a few stunts. I was nervous too. I had never heard of anyone being in both FCW and WWE at the same time, even if it was only training. Maybe WWE stars did, I didn't know. They don't just announce that they're training at FCW. Just the thought of messing up a move I thought I had perfected in front of someone higher up than me made me nauseous. Even if I was only training in FCW, the wrestlers there were higher in the food chain than I was. The only good thing about the whole thing was being close to people I actually knew. Moving to Tampa, I would know two people there. Both of them were WWE Diva's; Katey-Jane (KJ) Una and Cynthia Smith, my friends and my tag-team partners growing up.

KJ moved with her family into Centralia when she was seven and I was five. She got to meet my real mom. Plus, she was a bad influence to me from the first time I met her, with her innocent smile and dark brown pigtails. She taught me how to climb to the roof of my house and I showed her how to draw a tree. She went off and joined FCW and went college. I could only stay put and finished my last year of high school until I went to Louisville to start college and OVW. Thinking back on it now, she was a big influence of who I am today, while all I did for her was teach her how to draw trees.

Now, Cynthia was a whole new story. She moved to Centralia with her mom when I was just starting high school. She had black everything. Her hair was black, her clothes were black, her make-up was black and her nails were black. Everything about her seemed dark. I couldn't help but want to know why she wore all of that black. She was new, interesting and liked to talk to me, even though she was a year older. The older someone was, the less likely that they were going to talk to you. It's a miracle I even got Cynthia to talk to me, let alone KJ. KJ wasn't too sure about Cynthia at first either, but once the two meet, we became a triple threat. Our trio was soon broken due to Cynthia moving to Seattle to be closer to her family. Not long after, KJ moved to Tampa.

Cynthia taught KJ and me about boys. We taught her how to climb over walls. Cynthia gave me knowledge about boys, while KJ gave me knowledge about being a rebel. I hope that I gave them something to make them who they were today, besides the fact that they dated my brothers. I tried to teach them how to draw a tree, but theirs looked awful.

Zac and Eric were mischievous teenagers, five years older than me. Zac and Cynthia dated for a year, while Eric and KJ dated for four years. I was distraught with having my best friends date my brothers, especially since they were twins…How could they tell the two apart…I had lived with them my whole life and I still have troubles making out which one was which.

Zac usually has more stubble than Eric, while Eric's freckles were more prominent than Zac's. But besides the stubble and freckles, they both had short, blond hair, blue eyes, and the same build. They looked a lot like our Dad had when he was younger. Both Zac and Eric were built, due to being those boys in high school; the ones who broke all of the school records just for fun kind of boys. Plus, the two were tall…well, I have been only 5'4" since the sixth grade, and they stopped growing at around 6'2", only an inch shorter than my dad. Well, I shouldn't say they 'stopped growing'; it was more along the lines as 'stopped keeping track'. I wasn't even as tall as my step-sisters.

Their names are Molly, Ellie and Tawni; my step-sister triplets from hell. They made my life a living Cinderella story from day one, and I was only 12. Everything I did was evil and cruel. Zac and Eric even gave me the nickname 'Cinder' to make fun of the three girls, which only gave them fuel to the fire. Even if they were only three years older than I was, they treated me like I was a baby. I scowled for a second. Just the thought brought back horrible memories.

"You had better text me once you get to Tampa." Dad's husky voice interrupted my thoughts. I blinked up to the 6'3" man, only then realizing that I had been putting my mocha brown hair up into a pony tail.

"Yes sir." I laughed as my side-swept fringe bangs fell across my pale, diamond shaped, freckled covered face. I heard the hum of the microphone before the announcement came on. My heart jumped.

"Flight 249 to Dallas, Texas, is now boarding."

I felt my shoulders slump. He noticed, he always noticed. If I even blinked, he would say something if he felt like I was acting different.

"Pup, you're going to be fine." He said putting one of his long tan arms around me and giving me a side-hug. "You're going to get to Tampa, text me," He winked, making my small and full lips spread into a smile. "Go see your apartment and sleep." He yawned. Guilt washed over me. It was 5:55A.M. I had been up since 5 along with my dad, getting ready to leave. It took 30 minutes to get to Olympia from Centralia. I hadn't even thought about how exhausted he was. "Hey, what's up?" He asked me suddenly. I cocked my head up to him like a puppy. "You looked down." He stated folding his arms. I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's almost 6 A.M., and you're at an airport." I shook my head with a small smile. "I could have come up here alone. You could have come down later in the day with Dianne." I shrugged glancing up at him. He knew I didn't like calling Dianne my mom, but I knew he didn't like it when I called her by her first name.

"I wanted to see you off, Pup." He smiled, ignoring my first name usage. "I didn't want you to be alone." He gave a half smile. He wasn't saying something…"Maybe KJ or Cynthia will take you out." He nudged me once again. I laughed and shook my head. If he didn't want to say something right now, I could wait. "You could meet two or three co-workers." He wiggled his thick blonde eyebrows at me. I laughed again, nudging him.

"Dad!" I whined sarcastically.

"I just said you could meet some co-workers!" He stuck his hands up defensively has his eyes glanced away, but his eyebrows wiggled again causing me to let out a giggle. "There! I just wanted to hear my little girl giggle before she left!" He thumped my small turned-up nose with his index finger. I rolled my eyes as his large deep blue round ones rolled back at me. "You could meet your co-workers," He wiggled his eyebrows once more before continuing, "For me and not your mother."

My dad was happy about me getting into the wrestling business, just for the wrestling, but my Dianne…she's a different story. She was crazy about getting her kids married off and having grandchildren galore. A mountain of grandchildren is what she wants. I'm her personal project… unfortunately. She wants me to be happy and married first for some god forsaken reason, so she's made it her goal to get me married with babies before any of her own children do the same.

"Now about your mother…" Dad continued, treading carefully, "I know she's on a mission, but I want you to worry more about your job. Always remember 'career before beer.'" My deep-set, almond shaped jade green eyes widened at his words with a small smile, with my cupid's bow causing my top teeth to barely show. "You know what your Grams would do if she saw another one of your videos." He scolded me with his eyes playfully. "She'd be more ornery." He raised his eyes at me quizzical. I smiled at the thought. "Did you say goodbye to your grandmother?" He questioned. I scoffed dramatically putting the back of my hand up to my forehead.

"Of course I did! She was the first and last person I said goodbye to. I promised to talk to her as much as I could." I punched his arm playfully. He pretended like I had broken his arm. "Oh come on, boxer man," I said pulling his hood on his sweatshirt down. "Your buddies won't like it when you go back to fight club and say tell them you got your ass kicked by a girl." I laughed as he kept his hood up, with great effort. I raised my soft-angled, low arched dark brown eyebrow at him with a small smile.

"First rule of fight club," He snapped suddenly grabbing my wrists gently. "We do not talk about fight club!" He whispered dramatically. "Speaking of Grams, do you have your necklace?" He questioned. I put my hand up to my chest, scoffing loudly.

"Do not for take me as forgetful being. Of something so important; it never leaves my side." I said pulling out the white star pendent. "I'd never leave this behind." I said more softly. His eyes grew soft as my fingers traced over the outer edge of the star subconsciously.

"I know how you get without it…" He trailed off. I glanced up at him through my long lashes. "I wanted to see you off, and I wanted to be with you. I know you don't like being alone." I laughed softly.

"Oh, come on now Dad," I snickered. "That only happens in a crowd that I have to talk to." He raised an eyebrow at me, not believing a word I had said. I rolled my eyes gently before tucking the star back behind my tee shirt. "I don't have to talk to any of these people." I motioned around. There was hardly any one near my terminal.

"You can act all you want, Ella Valentine, but I've known you since the day you were born." He chuckled. "You aren't the same person inside the ring as you are outside the ring." He whispered to me.

His words clung to me. People had told me that before, but when he said it, he knew. He knew that outside the ring, I had social-anxiety, along with being a shy introvert. He knew where I had a birthmark that looked like a leaf. He knew where I had freckles and where I didn't. He knew because he was my dad. Since the day I was born, I was his little girl…All I had to do was put on a show whenever I needed to, but not in front of him. He wouldn't allow it. Not since mom left.

I barely even knew the woman. I remember that she had dark brown hair and green eyes. I remember that she was never around. I remember how heartbroken my dad was when she left him. Zac and Eric didn't say much for weeks…but dad was always strong…I remember staring at a picture of her and hating myself. I looked like her and I couldn't do anything about it. Being only 10, hating myself because I looked like this woman. A woman who made the strongest man I know cry because she 'couldn't do this' anymore. I blinked suddenly before I could pull myself out of my black hole of thoughts and took a deep breath.

"It's going to be okay." I gave my dad a weak smile.

"Damn right it's going to be fine!" He said with a bright smile, almost instantly bringing me out of my darkened mind. "Do you know why?" He questioned. I shook my head with the same weak smile. "You are Ella Smith; wrestler extraordinaire." He exclaimed, exaggerating with his hands. "You put on the best show for everyone. Do you want to know the only difference between you and your ring you?" I nodded my head as my smile couldn't help but grow. "One is a bright and beautiful young woman, taking over the world with her incredible personality. The other is a beautiful young woman in spandex." He nudged me. I could feel my eyes sting from his disgustingly kind words. I quickly hugged him, squeezing my hands around his neck as best as I could at my height. His arms wrapped around me and picked me off my feet, hugging me back. "I can always do 'this'." His raspy voice whispered into my ear. I felt my eyes start to sting again. He knew. He always knew.

"Flight 267 to Clearwater, Florida is now boarding." The speakers ahead announced. There it was. The announcement I had been waiting for, for what seemed like forever, came on too soon. My feet touched the floor. I quickly averted my eyes and pushed them into my shoulders to wipe away the small tears that had rolled down my cheek.

"Well, I guess I can just say I was beat up by some big bulky guy now." Dad smiled, up the fact that I had punched him back up. I laughed as I rubbed my eyes quickly to get rid of any straggler tears. I breathed in, looking at everyone getting on the plane.

"You're such a sappy old man." I muttered to him. He only laughed.

"That was my plan all along." He smiled. I rolled my eyes at him and nudged him. He pulled me into another hug. "I'm secretly a giant baby." He said quietly as he kissed the top of my head. I squeezed him tightly.

"Your secret is safe with me." I muttered into his chest. "Okay, so KJ and Cynthia have my stuff from Louisville to the apartment…"I said to myself as I pulled away.

"Not all of it. The larger furniture is coming later. Your bed's there though." Dad's voice rattled through my thoughts. I looked up at him and scrunched my face up.

"Thank you, for your wise words." I sassed. He laughed and shook his head. I had been on so many planes in the last week, it was ridiculous. I guess I had to get use to the traveling and all, but just to go from Louisville, to move ship my things to Tampa; to Tampa, to speak and meet with the Steve Keirn, FCW's founder; and then back to Olympia, to see the family, was tiring work.

"Everything's good to go; now you better go before you miss your plane." Dad laughed, nudging me along my way. I would never admit it to my Grams, but I was such a 'Daddy's Little Girl', it was almost nauseating…and I loved it.

I quickly went to the plane though, giving my dad one last smile and wave as I got up to the small podium. He smiled back and waved before he pulled up his hood more.

"What was with that hood anyway?" I questioned to myself. He never wore his hood up in public, but it was barely six in the morning. I shrugged off the thought as I carried my carry-on to my seat. Stashing it in the overhead compartment, I grabbed my phone to turn it off. I saw a small light appear. I glanced at the text message as a small boy sat beside me.

"Good luck darling. I'll miss you bunches xoxo" My roommate from OVW text read. She promised to send me a text before I boarded my plane, just as a little encouragement. I smiled before texting her back quickly. That little boy was getting into my personal space.

"I'll miss you Scarlett! All of my rules are now void. The apartment is yours and yours alone (until you get a new roommate), so make sure to make some new rules. xx" I text back just as the little boy beside me spilled juice on himself and started crying. I closed my eyes and pulled out my mp3. I hope Breaking Benjamin is louder than crying.