The main goal is to have this written in Reba's PoV. However, the first half is Natalie's PoV. The years and ages and such are changed (hopefully you'll get what I mean). Also, I apologize if this chapter is sort of weird.
Reba- 35
Natalie- 16
The year is 2015.
Natalie
Her name is Natalie Marie McEntire and she's never had a place to call home or, people to call family. She grew up being tossed from one foster home, to the next. Natalie, for as long as she can remember, never stayed in a foster home for more than a few weeks at a time. It made her feel as if she was nothing special and it made her feel lonely and depressed.
To pass her time, Natalie loves to listen to country music, it calms her and in many ways, its her only friend.
Without a doubt Natalie's favorite singer, is the Queen of Country Music: Reba McEntire. Though she can't put her finger on a reason or, really explain why, she often found that Reba's voice sounded like something familiar, like home and it was soothing to her.
On Natalie's tenth birthday, her social worker Miss. Rodriguez gifted an iPod to her. The iPod had nothing but Reba's music on it, as she knew that Reba was the child's favorite singer. That's all Natalie ever really did, listen to Reba's music and sing her songs.
Aside from doing her school work and drawing, Natalie spent the vast majority of time, listening to Reba's songs. Of course, that included singing along to all of them. After listening to her songs on continuous replay, Natalie had memorized the lyrics to almost every song by Reba. If she was honest, it gave her a way to escape the world.
Fast forward to March 27th, 2015. Natalie's 16th birthday. She's being released from the foster care system, with no place to stay.
Reba
As a result of some poor decisions, Reba had become pregnant at the age of nineteen years old. Even though it happened unexpectedly, she was still overjoyed at the thought of being a mother.
The pregnancy itself, was easy. Reba went to each of her doctor appointments and did everything that she was told and supposed to do. The ultrasounds showed a healthy baby girl. Since the day Reba found out that she was having a girl, she had a name picked out for her. Natalie Marie McEntire
Natalie was a name that had a classy feel to it, Marie was a name that she had always liked and McEntire because, she didn't want her daughter to have the name of someone who didn't want her.
Reba's every intention was to keep Natalie. Everything was set to where she could. Her parents were going to help her, but they lost the house to foreclosure. That forced Reba, her parents and her little sister to move in with her grandparents on their farm on the outskirts of Nashville for awhile. There was no room for a baby and she was too far along to get a job. Her conservative grandparents wouldn't help her, they more or less refused to.
Reba was forced to give Natalie up for adoption. Her precious baby girl. It killed her and broke her heart, to do that. What made it worse, is the fact Natalie was born the day before Reba's 20th birthday- which was on March 28th.
For the past 16 years, Reba tried so damn hard to find Natalie. By becoming a well known country music singer, Reba had even more trouble finding her. She had trouble because she lacked the time, between the recording sessions and the concerts, it was hard on her. It made her feel depressed.
Fast forward to March 27th, 2015. It's Natalie's birthday and the day before Reba's. Her baby girl turns 16 today. Tomorrow, for her 35th birthday, Reba wants nothing more than to find Natalie and hold her. She desperately wants to apologize for all of the shit she has gone through. All because of a stupid choice that was made 16 years ago.
Reba had just walked out of her company; Reba's Business Inc., after signing papers that made it into an official business. That was pretty much going to be the highlight of March for her. Reba had hoped that the meeting would have helped in keeping her mind off of Natalie, but she knows it isn't going to work a single bit.
Natalie, I miss you so damn much. Happy Birthday baby...
Reba opened her car door and was just about to get in, when she looked up and seen this little redheaded girl who looked around Natalie's age, walking across the street. The girl was halfway across the street when a car came speeding down the street and hit her.
She flew a few feet in the air and landed on the hood, before sliding down to the pavement. The small backpack she had, ended up about twenty feet from where she landed and the contents were spread all around it.
As soon as it happened, Reba slammed her car door shut and took off running to her. When she reached the little girl, there were two major injuries that immediately caught her eye. The first injury was, her right arm had a been twisted, just below her elbow. The second injury looked to be the worst. It was a gash that curved from the outside corner of her left eye, to the corner of her mouth and it was bleeding heavily.
Reba grabbed the pack of tissues that she kept in her purse. Once she was able to get them out of the package, she immediately pressed them to the wound, trying to staunch the bleeding.
The girl started to moan and cry. Reba told her, "Hang in there sweetie, help will be here in a minute. I need you to try and stay awake. If I ask you questions, do you think you can answer them?"
The girl just nodded her head and whispered, "Yes ma'am."
She thought of a few things that she could ask her. "Can you tell me your name?"
Her voice sounded strained when she answered me. "My... My name is... is, Natalie."
Oh my Lord. I wonder if this might be my baby girl.
Reba smiled gently as she brushed some hair out of the girl's face. "Natalie is a pretty name. Can you tell me your last name, honey?"
The girl was just barely able to whisper something that sounded like, "McEntire", before passing out.
Holy shit...
So, did you like the first chapter of my Reba McEntire fanfic? If y'all have any feedback, please put them in the comments. I wasn't sure if this would turn out decently, but I think it turned out pretty darn good.