SETTING: This story takes place during the movie, but before Becky comes on the scene. Bonnie and Ken Carver are still alive.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except Sunshine, Lana, Deshell, Edna, Angelo, and I will most likely put some made up characters in later chapters.
"Things are not always what they seem. Just because someone sings hymns doesn't mean they are religious, just because someone prays doesn't mean they believe there is a God. And just because someone smiles doesn't mean they're not depressed. All in all you need to watch, and try your hardest to find the truth, for the truth will guide you always."
My mother spoke these words more than once throughout her lifetime. She really believed it too, up until the last moment of her life. She died the day before my eighteenth birthday of some unknown illness, leaving me to be on my own for the rest of my life.
My name is Sunshine, Sunshine Adel. I am now 27 years of age and am *still* five foot seven inches tall. I weigh 155 pounds and I now live in Colorado. My hair is long, classified as brown or dirty 'dishwater' blonde, if it was my real colour, but I bleach it. I don't always get my roots so I guess that it could also be classified as two tone blonde, if you want to call it that. I have two holes in each ear and never wear the same earrings. My shoe size is 9 1/2, if anybody cares.
My mother's name was Edna, Edna Markson, but always call her Mami. Her and my father split up shortly after they had me, so I never knew him. I only knew that his name was Angelo, and was part Spanish. I guess that's why I never needed to take Spanish in school.
My mother and I lived in Canada for a while, almost all my life. She became sick when I was 10, so I had to practically raise myself. I learned how to cook, clean, and garden and kept everything up while Mami was in the hospital, which was usually all the time. She'd come home for a week or so and then be right back in intensive care. She was so fragile, but she was strong. When I was 13, I got a job working as a mail deliverer and got paid five dollars a week. We weren't rich, and we were below average so naturally I learned how to make my own clothes until I got the money to buy them, which wasn't very often, and between trying to keep the shelves full and paying for Mami's medical bills there wasn't very much money left. My life was hard, but it got harder as I got older because I had to realize that Mami was getting worse. The doctors couldn't find out what was wrong with her. So while they were researching, testing, researching and testing some more, she was slipping away by the minute. She died on September 9th, at 10:08 AM, the day before I turned 18.
The doctors tried to put me in an orphanage, but by law I was an adult so they lost. I lived in the same house that I had lived in when Mami was alive for about a year or so after her death, but then the house got to me. I had a nervous breakdown and one of my close friends recommended me to a shrink. I went, thinking that my friend was only trying to help out, but little did I know that she was in a way against me. I met with the shrink, a forty-year-old woman named Deshell, and we became friends. Then about a month after I started meeting with Deshell, I found that the friend that recommended me was trying to get the hospital to diagnose me as mentally ill and put me in a special hospital for it. I got angry so I left. I packed my things without telling a soul and moved to the United States to live with my Aunt and Uncle Carver, to a little town called Endora.