Hey guys, new story. It's going to be a lot different then my "A walk to Remember" Story, which by the way will have a sequel after this story is done. The only character I own is Angela Fander.

Angelina Fander or Angela for short, finally made it into wwe. The problem is she wasn't like the others. She meets someone and he decides he wants to change her so she can be more like the others, will she lose herself for one guy? Bad summary good story :-).

i was the new diva. angela fander. it was always my dream and i finally made it. i don't even know how i made it, i looked and acted nothing like the others.
i wore nothing but t-shirts and jeans, and they were plain t-shirts too, just a color, no designs, no anything. i liked it that way, simple. i didn't like complicated things. i didn't go out to nightclubs, i couldn't dance. i wasn't as skinny, i had some big bones. i wasn't fat by any means but i wasn't there size 0 either, more like a 5. so really it made no sense how i made it, this is a company about looks, and i certanily didn't have them.

i was standing in the middle of the hallway at raw just taking it all in, i didn't have a match tonight because vince wanted me to get used to the feel of the place first. it was more then i could have ever imagined. i was lost in my thoughts when i heard some girls laughing, it was maryse and jillian. i felt like i was in high-
school again, always getting made fun of.

"you guys be nice, jeeze." barbie a.k.a. kelly kelly came over too me.

"hey, i'm kelly or barbie, whichever, don't mind them, there jerks, they made fun of me too. whats your name?"

"hey barbie, i'm angela fander. i was just added to this roster yesterday."

"awesome, hey the girls and i are going out to a club tonight do you want to come?"

this was my chance, i didn't have to be the unpopular girl anymore, and besides that i didn't have to dance, i mean just because we were going to a club didn't mean i would have to dance.

"yeah, that sounds fun. what time?"

"great, 8:00 tonight, i'll come get you."

"alright sounds good, thanks."

finally i might be able to be a somebody. it was suprising that someone as gorgeous as barbie would even want to talk to someone like me. maybe there are nice divas around here.

at the club -

barbie introduced me to everyone and then went back to dance, they kept inviting me to dance but i really didn't want too. i went over to the bar table and leaned against it, i was only 18 so i couldn't drink, but it was still somewhere to sit. i was sitting on the foot stool with my head down in my arms when i felt someone tap on my shoulder. i figured it was barbie so i looked up too see what she wanted.

"yeah barbs? ahh, your not barbie."

" do i really look like her that much? i wasn't going for the blonde look more purple and green and well rainbow."

it was jeff, he was always known for his good sense of humor, i didn't know he liked to dance, i knew he liked to drink so it would make sense that he was at the bar.

"anyways, i don't believe i've met you before?"

"oh yeah, i'm a new diva, angel fander."

"nice to meet you, why arn't you dancing?"

"do i really look like someone who would dance? i was trying to go more for the i don't dance look."

"ooh, you stole my line. haha, and no offence but you don't look like them anyways."

"sorry? it's just not my style."

"fine by me. it's a nice change of pace from the divas that are obsessed with there looks."

"yeah, looks arn't important that much to me, hence why i'm talking too you."

"hey! i'm not that bad looking am i?"

"i was kidding, your actually kind of cute."

"why thanks, your not so bad yourself, can i get you a drink?"

"sorry, 18."

"wow, you don't look 18 at all."

"thanks for the compliment, i think."

"your welcome, well i'm going to head back to the arena, wanna ride?"

"sure just let me say bye to barbie."

i like this jeff character, he actually doesn't care how i look, of course he's a jean and t-shirt guy too. maybe something will work?
ahh me and my fantasies.