Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the character that you have heard of. Any
of the ones you have not heard of, BELONG to me.
Author's Note: Be nice, this is my first Alias fan-fiction. I love the show and I love reading the fan-fictions on Alias. I have never actually thought of making an alias fan-fiction, but I had an idea.
To clear something: I LOVE writing stories. I write for fun, but I post to let others read and review. So yah. I do LOVE writing this and my other fan- fictions and poems.
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"Sarah! Wake up darling," Alicia shook me awake. Alicia's voice almost sounded like an angel. It was so high, and so peaceful. It sounded so heavenly.
I was in a dream, a good dream. It was a dream that I had had many times in the past. My life in there was perfect; I had a real family, and a real name. But this was NOT my life and I would probably never be my life.
"Sarah, honey wake up," I opened my eyes and I glanced at my new "mom." Her face was young, but it already had many worry lines. She was tan, but if was a perfect tone. Alicia would fit into the model business perfectly. "Good, you're awake. You need to get dressed, and then come down to eat breakfast."
I got out of my ocean blue covers and made my way to a hand-carved dresser. It was also the wavy color and it soothed all my worries of my new life. I pulled out a pink jean jacket, a pink baby tee, and a pair of pink jeans with rhinestones on it.
I opened the top drawer and looked in at beautiful jewelry. There were earrings, bracelets, necklaces, and many rings. They all had different sets, different stones and different designs. They were all so gorgeous. I pulled out a pair of pink diamonds in the shape of a heart.
I hated the color pink, but the girl Sarah LOVED the color. I hated playing people. I just wanted to play the REAL me, the me that was born to my REAL parents, and lived with my REAL parents in my REAL house, the me which was called by my REAL name. But it is a fantasy; it is not REAL.
I walked down the hall to the kitchen to where my "parents" were. I walked in and was greeted and kissed on the forehead by both Chris and Alicia. Mom and dad were horribly words; they meant that I had no hope to find my REAL parents.
I ate the tasty scrambled eggs and crunchy bacon. Then I got ready for school. I wonder if any of them would understand me. I doubt that they'd understand a girl who was so much the same, but so obviously very different
I walked to my window and looked out to the yard I now know as mine. It was humongous and beautiful. It had tons of trees and had flowers everywhere. It had a hand-made play set for me. The couple was so sweet and kind and I wished I could learn to love them. But I couldn't. I had loved to many times.
Alicia drove me to Elmira Elementary School. It was big not as large as my past schools, but it was a pretty descent size. They play ground was nicely colored and designed. It looks pleasant, at least to my standards.
Alicia walked me to my classroom. My teacher now was Mrs. Kline. She was a newer in the teaching profession and she was fresh out of collage. She had light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She had fun clothes on and had a huge smile on her face. She remained me much of my third mom, Ann Marie.
I entered the room, now alone, and the room turned silent. It was an eerie feeling, yet I had had the same feeling seven times before. I had only once come to school at the start of the year; it was my first family I lived with. But I had to leave halfway through kindergarten, because of the deaths.
Mrs. Kline asked me my name and I froze. My name. I wanted to ask her what one. I have had ten names now and I what one to tell her. Maybe I should say Kinsey, my first name with my first family. Or maybe my second Cassandra, I could say Indigo my third. Zoë was my forth name; I could use that one. Lily was pretty and the fifth. So was Summer, the sixth. Willow was the seventh, and Basal was the eighth. Or should I say the one I'm now using, Sarah.
"Sarah Stoker," I whisper. I couldn't here it, but I said it. I hated giving false names. I hated saying something I knew in my heart was not true.
"What?" Mrs. Kline asked me. Her voice was calm and soft. She was indeed an understanding woman.
"Sarah Stoker," I informed her a bit louder. This time I knew she heard it. She had a larger smile on her face and she introduced me to the class.
"You can sit here Sarah. Kelly will show you the way around. Ok, sweetie?" Mrs. Kline introduced me to a girl named Kelly. She had bleach blonde hair and had ice blue eyes. She was wearing a baby blue shirt with spongebob on it, and was wearing a medium length light blue skirt.
"So you came here from where?" Kelly asked me. I was stuck, where did my "grandparents" live? Where should I say I lived? This was NOT supposed to happen.
"Um, Iowa," I spoke fast and unsure. I was positive that Kelly could tell I was confused. That was a mistake to say. I hated lying sooooo much. Why Iowa? It was the first thing that popped into my over-large brain. Or maybe because it was the first thing I saw on the United State of America map hanging on the wall.
"Oh, Iowa!" Kelly exclaimed. "I lived there too!!! What city did you live in?"
Now I was officially sunk. I barley knew any states. Cities that was totally out of the question. City, what is a city in Iowa? Um. "Madison City."
"Really? That's where my cousins live!" There actually is a city named that. Oh Great! Now how do I reach air? Ok. Now what else can I say? "What school did you go to?"
Oh great! What is an average school name? Named after the city, that's popular. "Madison Elementary."
"You HAVE to be kidding. My cousin Amy goes there." Why did I have to say that? How come it HAD to be a REAL school? Now what? "Did you know a girl named Amy?"
"No!" Kelly was shocked at my quick answer and stepped back. Thank you, no more questions. No more lies. "Sorry, No I didn't know any Amy there."
"Oh," was all Kelly said. THANK YOU! That was WAY to hard.
Chris picked me up at 3:30 and then he drove me home. Home, was that what it should be called? Or should it be called my temporary dwelling spot? Yah, temporary dwelling spot, sounds good, although it is a hand full.
He dropped me off then told me he'd be back in a few hours. Oh well! Home alone! I walked into the house and I made my way to my room.
It was always like this. Every new life gave me the same thing. A mother and a father, and a home always were supplied. Sometimes there was a brother or sister that came with. But they ended right when I learned to love again.
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Author's Note: How was it? Horrible? Stupid? Actually good? Please tell what you think about my story so far. Should I continue? Or should I delete it? Review. If I do not get a review that tells me to continue, I will NOT add any more to the story (unless I REALLY, REALLY want to).
SO REVIEW NOW.
Author's Note: Be nice, this is my first Alias fan-fiction. I love the show and I love reading the fan-fictions on Alias. I have never actually thought of making an alias fan-fiction, but I had an idea.
To clear something: I LOVE writing stories. I write for fun, but I post to let others read and review. So yah. I do LOVE writing this and my other fan- fictions and poems.
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"Sarah! Wake up darling," Alicia shook me awake. Alicia's voice almost sounded like an angel. It was so high, and so peaceful. It sounded so heavenly.
I was in a dream, a good dream. It was a dream that I had had many times in the past. My life in there was perfect; I had a real family, and a real name. But this was NOT my life and I would probably never be my life.
"Sarah, honey wake up," I opened my eyes and I glanced at my new "mom." Her face was young, but it already had many worry lines. She was tan, but if was a perfect tone. Alicia would fit into the model business perfectly. "Good, you're awake. You need to get dressed, and then come down to eat breakfast."
I got out of my ocean blue covers and made my way to a hand-carved dresser. It was also the wavy color and it soothed all my worries of my new life. I pulled out a pink jean jacket, a pink baby tee, and a pair of pink jeans with rhinestones on it.
I opened the top drawer and looked in at beautiful jewelry. There were earrings, bracelets, necklaces, and many rings. They all had different sets, different stones and different designs. They were all so gorgeous. I pulled out a pair of pink diamonds in the shape of a heart.
I hated the color pink, but the girl Sarah LOVED the color. I hated playing people. I just wanted to play the REAL me, the me that was born to my REAL parents, and lived with my REAL parents in my REAL house, the me which was called by my REAL name. But it is a fantasy; it is not REAL.
I walked down the hall to the kitchen to where my "parents" were. I walked in and was greeted and kissed on the forehead by both Chris and Alicia. Mom and dad were horribly words; they meant that I had no hope to find my REAL parents.
I ate the tasty scrambled eggs and crunchy bacon. Then I got ready for school. I wonder if any of them would understand me. I doubt that they'd understand a girl who was so much the same, but so obviously very different
I walked to my window and looked out to the yard I now know as mine. It was humongous and beautiful. It had tons of trees and had flowers everywhere. It had a hand-made play set for me. The couple was so sweet and kind and I wished I could learn to love them. But I couldn't. I had loved to many times.
Alicia drove me to Elmira Elementary School. It was big not as large as my past schools, but it was a pretty descent size. They play ground was nicely colored and designed. It looks pleasant, at least to my standards.
Alicia walked me to my classroom. My teacher now was Mrs. Kline. She was a newer in the teaching profession and she was fresh out of collage. She had light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She had fun clothes on and had a huge smile on her face. She remained me much of my third mom, Ann Marie.
I entered the room, now alone, and the room turned silent. It was an eerie feeling, yet I had had the same feeling seven times before. I had only once come to school at the start of the year; it was my first family I lived with. But I had to leave halfway through kindergarten, because of the deaths.
Mrs. Kline asked me my name and I froze. My name. I wanted to ask her what one. I have had ten names now and I what one to tell her. Maybe I should say Kinsey, my first name with my first family. Or maybe my second Cassandra, I could say Indigo my third. Zoë was my forth name; I could use that one. Lily was pretty and the fifth. So was Summer, the sixth. Willow was the seventh, and Basal was the eighth. Or should I say the one I'm now using, Sarah.
"Sarah Stoker," I whisper. I couldn't here it, but I said it. I hated giving false names. I hated saying something I knew in my heart was not true.
"What?" Mrs. Kline asked me. Her voice was calm and soft. She was indeed an understanding woman.
"Sarah Stoker," I informed her a bit louder. This time I knew she heard it. She had a larger smile on her face and she introduced me to the class.
"You can sit here Sarah. Kelly will show you the way around. Ok, sweetie?" Mrs. Kline introduced me to a girl named Kelly. She had bleach blonde hair and had ice blue eyes. She was wearing a baby blue shirt with spongebob on it, and was wearing a medium length light blue skirt.
"So you came here from where?" Kelly asked me. I was stuck, where did my "grandparents" live? Where should I say I lived? This was NOT supposed to happen.
"Um, Iowa," I spoke fast and unsure. I was positive that Kelly could tell I was confused. That was a mistake to say. I hated lying sooooo much. Why Iowa? It was the first thing that popped into my over-large brain. Or maybe because it was the first thing I saw on the United State of America map hanging on the wall.
"Oh, Iowa!" Kelly exclaimed. "I lived there too!!! What city did you live in?"
Now I was officially sunk. I barley knew any states. Cities that was totally out of the question. City, what is a city in Iowa? Um. "Madison City."
"Really? That's where my cousins live!" There actually is a city named that. Oh Great! Now how do I reach air? Ok. Now what else can I say? "What school did you go to?"
Oh great! What is an average school name? Named after the city, that's popular. "Madison Elementary."
"You HAVE to be kidding. My cousin Amy goes there." Why did I have to say that? How come it HAD to be a REAL school? Now what? "Did you know a girl named Amy?"
"No!" Kelly was shocked at my quick answer and stepped back. Thank you, no more questions. No more lies. "Sorry, No I didn't know any Amy there."
"Oh," was all Kelly said. THANK YOU! That was WAY to hard.
Chris picked me up at 3:30 and then he drove me home. Home, was that what it should be called? Or should it be called my temporary dwelling spot? Yah, temporary dwelling spot, sounds good, although it is a hand full.
He dropped me off then told me he'd be back in a few hours. Oh well! Home alone! I walked into the house and I made my way to my room.
It was always like this. Every new life gave me the same thing. A mother and a father, and a home always were supplied. Sometimes there was a brother or sister that came with. But they ended right when I learned to love again.
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Author's Note: How was it? Horrible? Stupid? Actually good? Please tell what you think about my story so far. Should I continue? Or should I delete it? Review. If I do not get a review that tells me to continue, I will NOT add any more to the story (unless I REALLY, REALLY want to).
SO REVIEW NOW.