I have never felt so much energy in my life then the night I walked into the Savvic Center in St. Louis. It was a whole new atmosphere. Everything was live. No editing if you did something wrong. You would just have to cover it up somehow. So I walked down the ramp, recording everything I could. I told fans to say hi to Eddie and most of them did. I looked down at my outfit quickly. Arizona Company Jeans, my old school t-shirt. But I forgot shoes! I walked over to the commentators table to where JR and King were sitting.

"Uh oh! Seem's like Sarah forgot shoes!"

"That doesn't matter JR! All that matters is that the Champ and his daughter have made it to RAW! I can't believe it!"

I handed King my camera and asked him if he would video tape this for me. He nodded and shook my hand. I got into the ring and stood next to my Dad. He was running around the ring like a maniac. I got up on the turn buckles and posed. Some tech guy handed us mics. Show time!

"The Champ…is here."

The crowd just erupted into cheers. It was so loud I couldn't hear myself think! I saw the cameras all around me. This was the first time I realized we were live. My Dad nudged me so I could say my line.

"That's right! And as of today, I am an official WWE diva!"

I didn't think the crowd could get any louder. Well, they did. I swear I thought my ears were gonna blast from all this noise. I could tell that my Dad wasn't really used to this.

"So as me and my daughter are here for our first day, I would just like to let all the stars in the back that I'm having an open inventational for this title .Whoever wants it, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Eric Bishoff's music hit. He came out to many jeers and boos. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't planned, even though it was a good add on. He made his way down to the ring, looking confident as usual. He passed my Dad to get a mic.

"Now I know it's your first night here John, but I make the rules around here. I say…you don't compete tonight!"

The crowd booed. My Dad rolled his eyes and looked away. He supposed to mouth off to Bishoff, but I wanted to switch things around a little.

"Why not Eric? Are you scared that John won't get you good enough rating like that little powerhouse of yours did? Let me tell you something. My Dad can get damn good ratings for anyone. Or maybe your just scared of him since he could tear your little favorites apart!"

My Dad looked at me, very shocked. Eric seemed to get mad. I had clearly crossed the line with him and my Dad. The crowd was just getting a kick out of this!

"You have no say in this you little newbie! You can't even wrestle!"

"Then why did you offer me a contract?"

"So you wouldn't feel out of place. I can kick you right out as fast as you came in you little upstart."

"Hey! You do not talk about my daughter that way!"

"Oh what are you going to do about that 'Champ?' Let me tell you something! You'll be in action tonight, putting your title on the line! It will be you against Christan against Chris Jericho!"

Triple threat match! It was pretty rare to see those on RAW, so the crowd went wild. Eric eyed me and smiled. I could tell he was mixing up things as well.

"As for you, I might as well throw you out since you are of no importance to me."

"Or this Bishoff! You versus me. Right here, right now. You win, I give up my contract. I win? I get a shot at the Women's Championship. Deal?"

Eric looked at me in hate. My Dad got in front of me and shook me.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I'm gonna kick Eric's ass."
I pushed my Dad aside.

"So what is it Bishoff?"

"You? Against me? Fine! Let's do it. Ring the damn bell!"

I pushed my Dad out of the ring. The bell rang, and it was on. I immediately jumped on him and knocked him to the ground. I gave him a few good lefts and rights until a ref pulled me off. I let Eric take in what just happened. I turned my back for one second to embrace the crowd. Eric kicked me in the back of the legs, making me fall. He pulled me up and threw me into a corner. He started to come at me, but I stuck my leg up and he ran right into it. I kicked him in the mid-section and gave him a DDT. I covered him. 1…2…damn he kicked out! He was starting to stir a little. I bounced off the ropes and gave him a leg drop. He covered his throat with his hand since I landed on it pretty hard. I bounced off the ropes again for a clothesline, but he moved out of the way. Still going off the ropes, I hung onto them after he would have kicked me in the face. He came after me. I went off the ropes and gave him a fast paced clothesline. This was it! I climbed to the top turnbuckle and looked down. There he was, not stirring one bit. I looked over to my Dad who was telling me not to do it. I shrugged it off and did Picture Perfect. It connected beautifully!

"Oh my god JR what was that?!"

"A mix of something…I just don't know King!"

I covered Eric again. 1…2…3! I had won my first match! I couldn't believe it! I also couldn't believe how bad my legs hurt! I stood up as the ref held my hand high.

"The winner of this match! Sarah Cena!"

My Dad came into the ring and looked at me. I could tell he was pretty mad. I smiled and posed for the crowd. I exited the ring without my Dad. I looked at him standing in the ring. He shrugged his shoulders and met me at the ramp. He raised my hand in victory. Once we got backstage everyone was clapping. Ric shook my hand, the divas all gave me hugs, Hunter ranted on how I changed the script.

"That's not how RAW works! You go by the script! Don't you agree John?"

"Fully. You know my now that you have to go by the script. This is what I meant by growing up. No more outbursts from you! You say what you're told to say!"

After more being yelled at, Shawn came up to me and led me off.

"Ignore them. They just don't get it. Come on, let me show you something."

He first gave me my camera that I left out there. I didn't question how he got it. I held it as we walked to the very outskirts of the arena. He led me to this door. He opened the door, and I stood there. There was this barely lit room, but there was nothing in it. The walls were painted a light peach and the floor was cement. Somehow, this seemed calming. Shawn stood in the middle of the ring.

"There's always a room like this in any arena. If there isn't I make it. I make it the most far away room, where no one would ever find it. I get lost myself trying to find it."

"This is…this is amazing."

"Not much. But it can help you get things done. A nice thinking spot for me."

I could tell how it could be. There wasn't anything in the room or on the walls so Shawn, or anyone, could concentrate the issue at hand. Just so you wouldn't be distracted. I joined Shawn in the middle of the room. He opened a little secret compartment in the wall where there was a piece of paper.

"What is that?"

"Whenever I go to an arena, I leave a note about all the important news and notes that was going on. I write a little letter to me and other things. Here, check it out."

I looked it over. It was dated at February 2003. The space shuttle Colombia crashed and killed the astronauts on it, a nightclub fire in Rhode Island killed 100, his daughter got her first boyfriend, and he was Very mad at Hunter for some reason. Then on the backside was his letter to himself. He said that he shouldn't give up what he stood for, that he wouldn't leave the business until he was way older, and that he needed to find a way to find out about his daughters boyfriend and fast. I laughed at that. I looked over at Shawn who was starting his letter.

"So did you find out about that boyfriend?"

"Yeah. I think I scared him off. Man my girl got mad at me. You want to join?"

He held out a paper and a pen to me. I sat down next to him and started to write. About 10 minutes later, Shawn got a text on his phone.

"Damn it I'm up. Listen, I'll go out and do my thing, then I'll come back here and bring you to your dad so he doesn't freak out. See ya!"

He walked out and made sure the door was shut. I sat there in silence. It really was a place to think. I started to write.

June 2005

Headlines:

WCBS-FM becomes Jack FM, much to my dismay.

Star Wars 3 was released in May, making me stay at home while geeks and nerds finally got some fresh air.

Everybody Loves Raymond ended in May also, making me sad.

My Dad and Kelly from the gym have finally started to go out last week. Now my Dad finally has a girlfriend!

I'm going to my old schools graduation tomorrow. Must avoid Chris at all costs.

I flipped my paper over to the other side. Now was the time to write that letter to myself. How was I going to do this? I started to think. Man this room made me think a lot! I finally got it. So, I started to write again.

Dear Sarah,

You might not see this letter for a while. So what? You'll se it someday! Anyways, you have been adopted my then WWE Champion John Cena. How fun? You have been welcomed with open arms at Smackdown and became instant friends with Eddie. Now your on RAW and it looks like Shawn is doing a good job of being the Eddie of RAW! Without the Mexican accent and the low rider of course ;)! So here's a few tips to keep you living and sane!

Stay strong. Traveling with all of the same people for most of the year will drive you crazy. But just tough it all out. The ups and downs, injuries if you have any, and maybe back stabbing?

Don't try to get in the middle of anything. If, lets say, Torrie hates Amy because she kissed Shelton behind her back, don't take sides. Be neutral and don't talk about it.

Don't be pressured to be active and thin all the time. Your young and you have time to grow. Pig out a little!

HAVE FUN! This is like a never ending awesome road trip! Goof around with everyone, even if your Dad hates it.

MOST IMPORTANT! Don't lose who you really are. Even though you're a daughter of the WWE champion and was pushed into the spot light, don't forget that deep down, your still that Minnesota, volleyball playing, heart breaking, fun loving, weird girl you have always been. Keep calling all of your friends! Don't lose touch with them.

Lastly, you can't hate your parents forever. It was you who volunteered to go to an orphanage. If you hadn't you wouldn't be here right now. Even though they never really kept in touch with you after that, stop hating them. They have been your parents most of your life! Your mom gave birth to you and your dad taught you about hockey. Forgive them. Otherwise it will tear you apart!

That's all the cool advice that I have! I hope you have accomplished all of this the next time you see this. Have fun the rest of your time here, and stay true to yourself. Oh! And please don't become like the divas! You know, obsessed about their hair and looks? God I would kill you (well, you would kill yourself) if you become like that.

Hugs and kisses,

Sarah xoxo

Shawn came running into the room. I put the letter into the compartment and stood up.

"Well I'm done and your Dad is pissed. We better hurry!"

We ran out of the room and ran to the entrance of the arena. When my Dad saw me, a wave of calmness washed over his face. He still looked mad. I looked down and walked.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

"John you sound like a mom! She was safe don't worry. Here she is! See ya later Sar!"

I looked up and waved. Shawn winked and walked away. I looked back at my Dad, who clearly was still mad.

"I'm fine Dad."

"Don't run off like that again."

"Well you we're barading me! I was having fun!"

"Stick to the script! If you mess things up it can affect future story plots in the future."

"Excuse me for having some fun tonight."

My Dad sighed. He got down to eye level with me.

"I'm sorry. I know you were having fun. You did awesome out there against Eric. But please stick to the script as much as you can?"

"Yes father dearest!"

My Dad laughed and kissed me on the cheek. We walked out to the arena, all bad feelings behind us.

To make a long story short, my Dad won that night. I had fun running around cheering my Dad on. After that night we packed up and headed to the airport for my graduation. Shawn hugged me and I promised him that I would go to his room every new arena we went to. When we got to the airport, we only had minutes to catch our flight. On the flight, my Dad left to go to the bathroom. I took out my video camera.

"Well Eddie, another day ends. Today went from bad to awesome. Shawn has taken me under his wing as you have done. But he will never compare to you! So, I sign off with a good night, and I can't wait to see your tape! Kisses!"

I checked my e-mail. Eddie e-mailed me about my match and how proud he was of me. I e-mailed him back and checked my myspace. Many comments and messages! I viewed some and answered some messages. Then I just got to lazy and shut my computer down. I looked out the window. I think we were flying over Chicago at the time. I realized that things wouldn't be that bad on RAW. All I could think about was my graduation. What was I to wear? I had nothing! I would have to go to MOA and get something quickly and then go to my graduation. I was excited to see everyone again. But I had to avoid Chris. Still hated him, don't know why. My Dad came back and put his arm around me. I laid my head on his arm. Within seconds, I was asleep.