"Whoever said life was easy lied. Life was anything but easy. I can tell you that for fact because my life started out being complicated," Sam said as she began her script reading, her hands at her side. She wore a long black dress, the front of it low cut with some cleavage bared to the world. Around her neck was a simple amethyst stone necklace, a gift from her childhood. She was standing before a large crowd in an auditorium. She had written a play based on her life and now she was putting it on stage thanks to some sponsors. Yeah, Sam had just turned twenty-one just one week ago and she was living a small part of her dream while the other half had yet to fall into place. "As I said, my life was anything but easy because when my mother became pregnant she almost terminated her pregnancy because she hadn't known what do with a child and had never planned to have one." Silence greeted her. She looked out at the crowd as the curtains behind her opened and the lights went out, one spot light on her while the other fell on a scene behind her.

"I was a mistake, saved only by the fact that if she aborted me she would be cast out of her lifestyle. My parents didn't know what to do with a child, a baby, an infant so all the best nannies and childcare techs were brought in to raise me." The crowd listened on as they were transported back in time.

Twenty-One years past….

"What do you want me to do?" Pamela murmured as she looked at the nanny, clear disgust in her eyes as the older woman held her two year old out to her, the amethyst eyed toddler looking at the red headed woman with indifference. Strange emotions for a child so young, but she had grown to understand that her mother didn't want to be around her. When she was brought before this red headed woman she was to call mother she was looked at like one would look at a parasite, with disgust.

"I quit," the older woman stated as she nearly tossed the young raven haired child at the other woman. "I cannot keep up with this little demon and her antics." Pamela looked at the child in her arms, scorn in her teal eyes. As the older woman stomped out the door the mother of the "demon" held her at arm's length as she moved to take her back to her room where she placed her in the wooden crib. Looking down at the toddler she found no love for said child. Most mothers grew to love their child, didn't they?

"I just want to drown you or lose you, whichever is easier," the red head said with a scowl just as her husband entered the room, his blue eyes looking down at their child with a lack of emotion. "Thurston," she murmured. "Can we not just send her away to some boarding school or dump her at a church?" He looked thoughtful. Their families had said they couldn't abort her, but they never said they had to keep her and that's when an idea came to him.

"I have an idea," he said before pulling out his phone.

Present...

"That was the one good thing that happened in my life, the one good thing that they did for me as parents. Just because they didn't want me didn't mean that they couldn't find a family that was willing to take me in with no question as to why I was being dumped." Taking a deep breath she continued. "It was by sure luck that they knew of one couple, the Fenton's, that had had just had their second child and would welcome another just as easily. The Fenton's were great, believe me, because everyone around me said differently and avoided the parents at most costs."

The Past...

"Hello?" Thurston said as he turned from his wife and child. "Yeah, long time no talk, um, Jack, yeah, we just had a girl, but here's the thing we don't want her." There was some talk on the other end. "Yeah, I know that sounds heartless, but you know us well enough that I don't care." More talking from the other end. "Yeah, we were about to drop her off at the orphan-" Screaming was heard as the blond male held the phone from his head. Smirking he turned to his wife and mouthed done deal before placing the phone back to his ear. "Oh, you would? Really, I mean I don't think that is wise with the fact that you- Oh, okay then we will be dropping her off with you and the adoption papers this afternoon." As soon as he hung up he threw the phone to the ground with glee.

"So, they are taking her?" Pamela questioned slowly, not wanting to sound to hopeful.

"Yes, they will take her." Walking over to where his daughter looked up at him, he leaned close down. "Good riddance."