Stacy Arrons stretched her arms above her head and yawned. 'What time is it?' She wondered. After a brief search, she consulted her watch and learned it was a quarter past two. In the afternoon. Stacy yawned again and stood up.
Her dormitory was empty. Judging from the neatly- for the most part- made beds, Stacy felt it was safe to say her room mates were long gone. Stacy yawned once more and stretched her arms again. She had slept for almost twelve hours, but it felt like she had been up all night. In a way, she had been, actually. She had been dreaming all night and, as anyone with vivid dreams can tell you, that can be just as exhausting as going without any sleep at all.
Stacy gathered up her things and marched over to the bathroom. After a leisurely shower, she felt much better. So much, in fact, that she decided to take in a class. She pulled her Hogwarts robe on and hurried out the door to see if she could make it in time for Transfiguration.
Normally, Stacy would have been in deep trouble for missing her morning and, as it turned out, her afternoon classes, but she was excused this day. It was May 16th. One day after, what Stacy felt, the most traumatizing events of her life had occurred.
Looking back, it was mildly blurry. All Stacy could really remember was that she had spent a good portion of the night running. Running through a dark, dangerous forest. Alone. Scared out of her mind.
Stacy sat down on a couch in the common room. It was completely empty except for herself and one of the fourth year's cats. The cat was curled up in a chair on the opposite side of the room and seemed far too occupied with its ball of string to pay any attention to Stacy. Stacy slipped her robe off and folded it under her arm. Perhaps she really was too tired to go to class afterall.
Stacy closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink back into the couch cushions. The memories of the previous night began to play before her eyes. She could see herself running. She could hear Jana and Keith arguing with their awful aunt. She could see Gertrude's eyes. They were so evil looking that Stacy shuddered at the memory. She could remember the feeling of power when she threw her textbook. And, she could remember the moment she realized her aim had been off.
After that, the memories grew even blurrier. The combination of exhaustion, terror, and confusion had played with Stacy's mind at the time and she still wasn't quite sure she understood everything that happened. She remembered running off with Jana. She remembered Jana remembering they had somehow managed to forget all about Keith. She remembered hurrying back and discovering they were gone. She remembered getting lost with Jana as they searched for a way out. She even vaguely remembered the relief both girls had felt when they saw Hagrid's hut in the distance.
Then, her memory got even worse. Most of her memories were scattered and mildly confused. Jana actually fell asleep on the walk back to castle and Hagrid had to carry her most of the way. Stacy had yawned and staggered, but she was, at least, technically awake when they went up to Professor Dumbledore's office. She thought she had been anyway.
When they reached the headmaster's office, they found Keith, Gertrude, and- Stacy had to blink her eyes several times to be sure- the strange man who lived in the wall. He hadn't seemed so strange then though. Unless her mind had been playing tricks on her, Stacy could have sworn that the man actually winked at her.
They talked for awhile. The whole group of them, that is. Stacy couldn't remember much of what was said. She was fairly certain she dozed off a few times. She remembered the strange man saying that he had heard the legend of Atha. She remembered him saying that he had studied the legend and he knew for a fact that there was no such thing. It was just a myth. She couldn't recall exactly what Gertrude said then- this was one of the times when her exhaustion got the better of her- but when she opened her eyes again, the woman's eyes were very red and she appeared to have tear-streaked cheeks.
After that, Stacy slept for a bit longer. When she opened her eyes again, Gertrude was gone and so was Jana. Keith whispered that Gertrude had been "taken away" and that Hagrid had carried his sleeping sister up to her room. Stacy asked him where Gertrude was taken, but he just smiled- the sort of smile a shark gets before they attack- and said that she was where "they" could keep an eye on her. Stacy vaguely remembered nodding. This had made perfect sense at the time. Then, her tiredness struck again. She could sort of recall Keith half-carrying her back to Gryffindor Tower. That was it though. She wasn't sure how she got into her bed or how her textbooks came to be neatly piled on her trunk or how she was so sure she was excused from her classes. But, those were tiny mysteries compared to the puzzle she had just seen be solved. And, Stacy really was far too tired to think about anything just then.
~
When she woke up again, she was still on the couch in the common room, but now it was nearly full. Strangely, the noise level was down to a low rumble though. Stacy sat up and rubbed her eyes a few times. Courtney was sitting next to her, absorbing her Charms notes. Peter and Ben were sitting on the floor playing a game of cards.
"Hey guys," She said weakly, smothering a yawn. It was ridiculous how tired she was.
"Stacy!" Courtney cried. Her notebook flew off her, hitting Ben in the head, as she lunged for her friend. "Are you ok? What happened? They wouldn't tell us anything! I was so scared. You didn't come back last night and no one had seen you. Well, Penny said she saw you in the hall, but no one thought you made it back up here. And, that's where you said you were going. And-"
"Breathe," Ben commanded, shoving her notebook back at her. "So, rumor has it that you were in the Forbidden Forest, is that true?" He raised a very skeptical eyebrow.
"It is," Stacy said, struggling to keep the growing sense of pride out of her tone.
"Oh, that's no big deal," Courtney replied, with a casual wave of her hand. "We've been in there before."
"This time she was alone though, right? And, it was really late. At night," Peter spoke up. He beamed up at Stacy, but she could tell he was mildly jealous that he hadn't been a part of the adventure.
Stacy sighed a small sigh, but told them- and, later, the whole of Gryffindor House- the entire story. Well, all that she could remember anyway. Make that all that she could remember that didn't have anything to do with her being a feeler or the dual identity thing. So, really, there wasn't too much of a story to tell. Her friends were still highly impressed. Their "little Stacy"- as Ben called her- had survived the forest, alone, in the middle of the night. No one ever questioned why "that little, mousy Stacy Arrons" was in Gryffindor again.
~
After the dread and terror leading up to and including May 15th, the rest of the year seemed very easy to Stacy. Even final exams didn't hold the same anxiety they had caused her before. If there was one thing to be said about Stacy's adventure, it was that it marked a change for her. She was still very shy and she still blushed at the drop of a hat. And, really, she probably would always be that way. Now, she knew that there was something in her that was good to have during an emergency. Call it stubbornness, call it determination, call it whatever you want. But, it gave Stacy a much needed confidence boost.
Before she could believe it, the year was over. It had gone quickly some of the time and had dragged other times. But, it was over. Gryffindor won the House Cup, due largely to their spectacular Quidditch season. It was announced that Professor Potter would be returning as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, thus breaking the long-running streak of teachers filling the position for just one year. Along with this announcement, came two others like it. Professor Granger would not be back as a first year flying instructor since Madame Hooch had confidence that the new class would be far more obedient than Stacy's. Instead, Hermione would be filling the library position left open by Madame Vasta's departure.
Also, Professor Binns had decided that he was tired of teaching and wished to spend his time lurking around his favorite corridor. Rumor had it that, a group of seventh years had thought a good prank would be if they all actually informed the teacher that he was dead. He hadn't taken the news very well and his resignation had been in by the following morning. This happened around the first few weeks in May. Stacy now realized that her worries concerning the teachers' odd behaviors had not been solely in her mind. They just had been caused by a very different situation.
The most surprising part of this announcement- for Stacy anyway- was who was to take over the History of Magic classes. Professor Dumbledore stood up at the end of the year feast and introduced the students to a good friend of his, Professor Rornas. Stacy nearly spit out her juice from the shock. It was the strange man from the wall. And, this time, Stacy was quite certain that he did wink at her.
~
If Stacy had found the ride at the beginning of the year exciting, this one was nothing short of thrilling. She got into a compartment with her friends again, but this time they were among the noisier groups on the train. All day, people were coming and going.
First, the Prickle sisters came in for a visit. Penny was beaming. Professor McGonagall had all but told her that she was going to be a prefect the following year. Joan was slightly sad and very nostalgic. She told the group stories from her seven years at Hogwarts, offered advice, and wished everyone the best of luck. They all promised to keep in touch with the sisters and crossed their fingers in hope that Penny would officially become a prefect.
Justin Taylor showed up minutes later. He had tried sitting with a group of Slytherins. His father had been after him to become friends with them, but he couldn't take it anymore. He stayed with the Gryffindors for the rest of the trip.
Mary and Carrie Sarers turned up later on, along with several of Mary's friends from Ravenclaw. Stacy didn't know any of them very well, but they had fun talking and trading candy. Stacy made several trades which she was very proud of. Carrie stayed after Mary and her friends left. Carrie and Justin complained about their housemates for awhile and then everyone got to work on the giant pile of candy they'd gathered.
Their Hufflepuff friends came around a bit later and helped with the candy collection. Jana seemed much happier now that everything had calmed down. She pulled Stacy aside and told her that her life was going back to normal now. She was coming back to Hogwarts and planned to stay all seven years. Stacy was very glad to hear this. She had been worried that Jana might disappear again or just wouldn't come back the following year. Besides Jana, the other Hufflepuffs were the same as ever. Wendy was, if possible, even more talkative than ever. She had an unofficial talking competition with Courtney and won, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Steven grunted a few times and the compartment smelled infinitely better once he had departed. And, Greg was Greg. He was just as happy and kind and wonderful as when he first came to school. Even more so, Stacy thought, now that he had his buddy Jana back.
Jane Martin poked her head in shortly after the Hufflepuffs wandered off. She didn't say anything to anyone other than Stacy. All she really wanted to know was if Stacy was going to be making any movies that summer. Stacy just smiled and said, coyly, that she was weighing her options. Her mother would have burst with pride to hear that.
Keith and Rachel Flowers were their last guests. They came around when the train was pulling into the station. Rachel sat down with her sister and Keith motioned for Stacy to come outside. He apologized- again, for possibly the thousandth time- for everything that had happened. He blamed himself entirely for Stacy's troubles that year. He said that he should have thought a feeler might be at the school and that they could have picked up on what was going on and that he was a horrible, terrible person. He just hoped Stacy would forgive him. Stacy told him, again, that she was never upset. He told her to let him know if he could do anything to help her. Ever. Just say the word. Stacy smiled and said that wasn't necessary, but saved the offer for possible use at a later time.
The train came to a halt then and students began pouring into the station. Stacy dragged her trunks behind her, ignoring Keith's offers to help, and waited in line with Ben and Peter. Courtney stood right behind them with Rachel and Keith. They were at the back of the line, so it took a good half hour to get through. They didn't notice though. There was still some candy to be eaten and many friends to wave goodbye to.
Stacy spotted her grandmother as soon as she stepped through the barrier with the boys. Her grandmother looked much healthier. In fact, she seemed to almost radiate healthiness. The sight of her glowing skin gave Stacy enough strength to ignore the fact that Elizabeth was there and apparently highly impressed that Stacy had two "boyfriends."
Stacy said a quick goodbye to all of her friends and went out to the car with her grandmother and cousin. She was going to stay at her grandmother's overnight before catching a flight back to California. Stacy's parents had arranged it so that Stacy would stay in America with her mother until the end of July, then she would fly back over to England and spend the rest of the summer with her grandmother and, hopefully, father. Stacy was beginning to think that she might never see her father again though. Not as long as he was able to keep making movies, anyway.
~
"Stacy!" Natalie Arrons squealed, louder than usual. There were reporters lurking around, afterall. "Stacy, darling! I'm so glad you're home, angel!" She threw her arms around her daughter. The cameras went wild.
"Hi, Mom," Stacy whispered. Maybe it was just her, but it seemed like the reporters were using brighter flashes now.
"Did you have a good term, dear?" She wrapped her arm, protectively, around her daughter and they started for the door.
"I did," Stacy began. Her mother paused to sign a few autographs. "I learned a-a lot of stuff. And, I made some great friends and-"
"Natalie, is it true that Stacy has been away at school all this year?" A reporter yelled from the back of the crowd.
"I went to the moon, Mom. Did you know that?" Stacy asked, a touch of bitterness present.
Natalie ignored her daughter and moved herself to a part of the terminal with a more flattering light source. The cameras went wild, again. "It is. My precious baby spent the whole year in Scotland at a boarding school. She loved it, blessed girl, but I missed her so much. She wouldn't even come home for the holidays!"
"Right, I was far too busy to come home for Christmas," Stacy said with as much sarcasm as she could manage.
"Stacy," Another reported called. "Are you still interested in acting?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Yet another wanted to know.
"Did you *really* miss your parents?" One demanded. A murmur went through the crowd as they waited for the, hopefully, juicy answers.
"I'm very tired, Mom," Stacy replied, in a voice so mature her mother had to do a doubletake to be sure it was really her daughter. "I'll go wait in the car until you're done here."
With that said, Stacy Arrons, former Hollywood darling, turned her back on the press, her mother, and her future as a star. It was a symbolic moment, but still a true one. And, it shook the world. Well, it shook her mother's world anyway. As if that even counts…
~
Author's Notes:
It's 3:30 here now, but I couldn't sleep. So, I decided to work on this some more. I think I wrapped up everything I had to with this portion of Stacy's story. I have decided to write some more though, later. Not tonight. Two chapters in one night is more than enough for me.
Anyway, I hope you liked "Fame." I don't think anyone reads this, judging from the reviews I get now, but oh well. If you are reading this, then I hope you liked it.
Sorry for any mistakes. There are bound to be more than a few since I'm actually tired now.
Also, REVIEW!!!!!
- Hope (who should've been asleep hours ago since she has to get up almost early)
Her dormitory was empty. Judging from the neatly- for the most part- made beds, Stacy felt it was safe to say her room mates were long gone. Stacy yawned once more and stretched her arms again. She had slept for almost twelve hours, but it felt like she had been up all night. In a way, she had been, actually. She had been dreaming all night and, as anyone with vivid dreams can tell you, that can be just as exhausting as going without any sleep at all.
Stacy gathered up her things and marched over to the bathroom. After a leisurely shower, she felt much better. So much, in fact, that she decided to take in a class. She pulled her Hogwarts robe on and hurried out the door to see if she could make it in time for Transfiguration.
Normally, Stacy would have been in deep trouble for missing her morning and, as it turned out, her afternoon classes, but she was excused this day. It was May 16th. One day after, what Stacy felt, the most traumatizing events of her life had occurred.
Looking back, it was mildly blurry. All Stacy could really remember was that she had spent a good portion of the night running. Running through a dark, dangerous forest. Alone. Scared out of her mind.
Stacy sat down on a couch in the common room. It was completely empty except for herself and one of the fourth year's cats. The cat was curled up in a chair on the opposite side of the room and seemed far too occupied with its ball of string to pay any attention to Stacy. Stacy slipped her robe off and folded it under her arm. Perhaps she really was too tired to go to class afterall.
Stacy closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink back into the couch cushions. The memories of the previous night began to play before her eyes. She could see herself running. She could hear Jana and Keith arguing with their awful aunt. She could see Gertrude's eyes. They were so evil looking that Stacy shuddered at the memory. She could remember the feeling of power when she threw her textbook. And, she could remember the moment she realized her aim had been off.
After that, the memories grew even blurrier. The combination of exhaustion, terror, and confusion had played with Stacy's mind at the time and she still wasn't quite sure she understood everything that happened. She remembered running off with Jana. She remembered Jana remembering they had somehow managed to forget all about Keith. She remembered hurrying back and discovering they were gone. She remembered getting lost with Jana as they searched for a way out. She even vaguely remembered the relief both girls had felt when they saw Hagrid's hut in the distance.
Then, her memory got even worse. Most of her memories were scattered and mildly confused. Jana actually fell asleep on the walk back to castle and Hagrid had to carry her most of the way. Stacy had yawned and staggered, but she was, at least, technically awake when they went up to Professor Dumbledore's office. She thought she had been anyway.
When they reached the headmaster's office, they found Keith, Gertrude, and- Stacy had to blink her eyes several times to be sure- the strange man who lived in the wall. He hadn't seemed so strange then though. Unless her mind had been playing tricks on her, Stacy could have sworn that the man actually winked at her.
They talked for awhile. The whole group of them, that is. Stacy couldn't remember much of what was said. She was fairly certain she dozed off a few times. She remembered the strange man saying that he had heard the legend of Atha. She remembered him saying that he had studied the legend and he knew for a fact that there was no such thing. It was just a myth. She couldn't recall exactly what Gertrude said then- this was one of the times when her exhaustion got the better of her- but when she opened her eyes again, the woman's eyes were very red and she appeared to have tear-streaked cheeks.
After that, Stacy slept for a bit longer. When she opened her eyes again, Gertrude was gone and so was Jana. Keith whispered that Gertrude had been "taken away" and that Hagrid had carried his sleeping sister up to her room. Stacy asked him where Gertrude was taken, but he just smiled- the sort of smile a shark gets before they attack- and said that she was where "they" could keep an eye on her. Stacy vaguely remembered nodding. This had made perfect sense at the time. Then, her tiredness struck again. She could sort of recall Keith half-carrying her back to Gryffindor Tower. That was it though. She wasn't sure how she got into her bed or how her textbooks came to be neatly piled on her trunk or how she was so sure she was excused from her classes. But, those were tiny mysteries compared to the puzzle she had just seen be solved. And, Stacy really was far too tired to think about anything just then.
~
When she woke up again, she was still on the couch in the common room, but now it was nearly full. Strangely, the noise level was down to a low rumble though. Stacy sat up and rubbed her eyes a few times. Courtney was sitting next to her, absorbing her Charms notes. Peter and Ben were sitting on the floor playing a game of cards.
"Hey guys," She said weakly, smothering a yawn. It was ridiculous how tired she was.
"Stacy!" Courtney cried. Her notebook flew off her, hitting Ben in the head, as she lunged for her friend. "Are you ok? What happened? They wouldn't tell us anything! I was so scared. You didn't come back last night and no one had seen you. Well, Penny said she saw you in the hall, but no one thought you made it back up here. And, that's where you said you were going. And-"
"Breathe," Ben commanded, shoving her notebook back at her. "So, rumor has it that you were in the Forbidden Forest, is that true?" He raised a very skeptical eyebrow.
"It is," Stacy said, struggling to keep the growing sense of pride out of her tone.
"Oh, that's no big deal," Courtney replied, with a casual wave of her hand. "We've been in there before."
"This time she was alone though, right? And, it was really late. At night," Peter spoke up. He beamed up at Stacy, but she could tell he was mildly jealous that he hadn't been a part of the adventure.
Stacy sighed a small sigh, but told them- and, later, the whole of Gryffindor House- the entire story. Well, all that she could remember anyway. Make that all that she could remember that didn't have anything to do with her being a feeler or the dual identity thing. So, really, there wasn't too much of a story to tell. Her friends were still highly impressed. Their "little Stacy"- as Ben called her- had survived the forest, alone, in the middle of the night. No one ever questioned why "that little, mousy Stacy Arrons" was in Gryffindor again.
~
After the dread and terror leading up to and including May 15th, the rest of the year seemed very easy to Stacy. Even final exams didn't hold the same anxiety they had caused her before. If there was one thing to be said about Stacy's adventure, it was that it marked a change for her. She was still very shy and she still blushed at the drop of a hat. And, really, she probably would always be that way. Now, she knew that there was something in her that was good to have during an emergency. Call it stubbornness, call it determination, call it whatever you want. But, it gave Stacy a much needed confidence boost.
Before she could believe it, the year was over. It had gone quickly some of the time and had dragged other times. But, it was over. Gryffindor won the House Cup, due largely to their spectacular Quidditch season. It was announced that Professor Potter would be returning as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, thus breaking the long-running streak of teachers filling the position for just one year. Along with this announcement, came two others like it. Professor Granger would not be back as a first year flying instructor since Madame Hooch had confidence that the new class would be far more obedient than Stacy's. Instead, Hermione would be filling the library position left open by Madame Vasta's departure.
Also, Professor Binns had decided that he was tired of teaching and wished to spend his time lurking around his favorite corridor. Rumor had it that, a group of seventh years had thought a good prank would be if they all actually informed the teacher that he was dead. He hadn't taken the news very well and his resignation had been in by the following morning. This happened around the first few weeks in May. Stacy now realized that her worries concerning the teachers' odd behaviors had not been solely in her mind. They just had been caused by a very different situation.
The most surprising part of this announcement- for Stacy anyway- was who was to take over the History of Magic classes. Professor Dumbledore stood up at the end of the year feast and introduced the students to a good friend of his, Professor Rornas. Stacy nearly spit out her juice from the shock. It was the strange man from the wall. And, this time, Stacy was quite certain that he did wink at her.
~
If Stacy had found the ride at the beginning of the year exciting, this one was nothing short of thrilling. She got into a compartment with her friends again, but this time they were among the noisier groups on the train. All day, people were coming and going.
First, the Prickle sisters came in for a visit. Penny was beaming. Professor McGonagall had all but told her that she was going to be a prefect the following year. Joan was slightly sad and very nostalgic. She told the group stories from her seven years at Hogwarts, offered advice, and wished everyone the best of luck. They all promised to keep in touch with the sisters and crossed their fingers in hope that Penny would officially become a prefect.
Justin Taylor showed up minutes later. He had tried sitting with a group of Slytherins. His father had been after him to become friends with them, but he couldn't take it anymore. He stayed with the Gryffindors for the rest of the trip.
Mary and Carrie Sarers turned up later on, along with several of Mary's friends from Ravenclaw. Stacy didn't know any of them very well, but they had fun talking and trading candy. Stacy made several trades which she was very proud of. Carrie stayed after Mary and her friends left. Carrie and Justin complained about their housemates for awhile and then everyone got to work on the giant pile of candy they'd gathered.
Their Hufflepuff friends came around a bit later and helped with the candy collection. Jana seemed much happier now that everything had calmed down. She pulled Stacy aside and told her that her life was going back to normal now. She was coming back to Hogwarts and planned to stay all seven years. Stacy was very glad to hear this. She had been worried that Jana might disappear again or just wouldn't come back the following year. Besides Jana, the other Hufflepuffs were the same as ever. Wendy was, if possible, even more talkative than ever. She had an unofficial talking competition with Courtney and won, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Steven grunted a few times and the compartment smelled infinitely better once he had departed. And, Greg was Greg. He was just as happy and kind and wonderful as when he first came to school. Even more so, Stacy thought, now that he had his buddy Jana back.
Jane Martin poked her head in shortly after the Hufflepuffs wandered off. She didn't say anything to anyone other than Stacy. All she really wanted to know was if Stacy was going to be making any movies that summer. Stacy just smiled and said, coyly, that she was weighing her options. Her mother would have burst with pride to hear that.
Keith and Rachel Flowers were their last guests. They came around when the train was pulling into the station. Rachel sat down with her sister and Keith motioned for Stacy to come outside. He apologized- again, for possibly the thousandth time- for everything that had happened. He blamed himself entirely for Stacy's troubles that year. He said that he should have thought a feeler might be at the school and that they could have picked up on what was going on and that he was a horrible, terrible person. He just hoped Stacy would forgive him. Stacy told him, again, that she was never upset. He told her to let him know if he could do anything to help her. Ever. Just say the word. Stacy smiled and said that wasn't necessary, but saved the offer for possible use at a later time.
The train came to a halt then and students began pouring into the station. Stacy dragged her trunks behind her, ignoring Keith's offers to help, and waited in line with Ben and Peter. Courtney stood right behind them with Rachel and Keith. They were at the back of the line, so it took a good half hour to get through. They didn't notice though. There was still some candy to be eaten and many friends to wave goodbye to.
Stacy spotted her grandmother as soon as she stepped through the barrier with the boys. Her grandmother looked much healthier. In fact, she seemed to almost radiate healthiness. The sight of her glowing skin gave Stacy enough strength to ignore the fact that Elizabeth was there and apparently highly impressed that Stacy had two "boyfriends."
Stacy said a quick goodbye to all of her friends and went out to the car with her grandmother and cousin. She was going to stay at her grandmother's overnight before catching a flight back to California. Stacy's parents had arranged it so that Stacy would stay in America with her mother until the end of July, then she would fly back over to England and spend the rest of the summer with her grandmother and, hopefully, father. Stacy was beginning to think that she might never see her father again though. Not as long as he was able to keep making movies, anyway.
~
"Stacy!" Natalie Arrons squealed, louder than usual. There were reporters lurking around, afterall. "Stacy, darling! I'm so glad you're home, angel!" She threw her arms around her daughter. The cameras went wild.
"Hi, Mom," Stacy whispered. Maybe it was just her, but it seemed like the reporters were using brighter flashes now.
"Did you have a good term, dear?" She wrapped her arm, protectively, around her daughter and they started for the door.
"I did," Stacy began. Her mother paused to sign a few autographs. "I learned a-a lot of stuff. And, I made some great friends and-"
"Natalie, is it true that Stacy has been away at school all this year?" A reporter yelled from the back of the crowd.
"I went to the moon, Mom. Did you know that?" Stacy asked, a touch of bitterness present.
Natalie ignored her daughter and moved herself to a part of the terminal with a more flattering light source. The cameras went wild, again. "It is. My precious baby spent the whole year in Scotland at a boarding school. She loved it, blessed girl, but I missed her so much. She wouldn't even come home for the holidays!"
"Right, I was far too busy to come home for Christmas," Stacy said with as much sarcasm as she could manage.
"Stacy," Another reported called. "Are you still interested in acting?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Yet another wanted to know.
"Did you *really* miss your parents?" One demanded. A murmur went through the crowd as they waited for the, hopefully, juicy answers.
"I'm very tired, Mom," Stacy replied, in a voice so mature her mother had to do a doubletake to be sure it was really her daughter. "I'll go wait in the car until you're done here."
With that said, Stacy Arrons, former Hollywood darling, turned her back on the press, her mother, and her future as a star. It was a symbolic moment, but still a true one. And, it shook the world. Well, it shook her mother's world anyway. As if that even counts…
~
Author's Notes:
It's 3:30 here now, but I couldn't sleep. So, I decided to work on this some more. I think I wrapped up everything I had to with this portion of Stacy's story. I have decided to write some more though, later. Not tonight. Two chapters in one night is more than enough for me.
Anyway, I hope you liked "Fame." I don't think anyone reads this, judging from the reviews I get now, but oh well. If you are reading this, then I hope you liked it.
Sorry for any mistakes. There are bound to be more than a few since I'm actually tired now.
Also, REVIEW!!!!!
- Hope (who should've been asleep hours ago since she has to get up almost early)