It was a bright, sunny dia in Beverly Hills, California. 20-year-old Janelle Taylor was in her last 50 minutos of her atuação class at UCLA. It was her last dia of school at UCLA and she was enjoying every last minuto of it. She enjoyed atuação a lot because Elizabeth, whom she calls "Aunt Liz" because her father is Elizabeth's brother, is an actress herself. She's been taught how to act since she was 10 when her mother died and her father didn't want anything to do with her.
Anyway, she now had 30 minutos left in her atuação class and she was talking with her friend, Katie.
"When's your birthday? You never told me that." She asked.
"My birthday is in two weeks. God, I feel old." Janelle said.
"You don't even look like you'd be turning 21, Jannie. You look like you'd be turning 18."
"Thanks, Kate, but I thought I told you not to call me 'Jannie'."
"Oh sorry, I forgot you don't like being called that because it sounds a little similar to 'Janet'."
"It's okay."
"Anyway, do you know what you're gonna do?"
"No, I don't know what I'll do for my 21st birthday."
"Have it at a club!" Bryan said, coming over to Janelle and Katie. "They can't not let you in since you'll be turning 21."
She turned her head to Bryan and raised her eyebrow. "My aunt has to approve..."
"Oh, I forgot that you still live with your aunt."
She rolled her eyes and Katie hit Bryan on the back of the head. Janelle giggled a little and took out her phone and looked through her pictures. She had a few of her and her little step-brother, Ryan. She wanted to get mais with him, but with his constant hospital trips, she couldn't because they wouldn't allow pictures to be taken in the hospital room with him. She remembered him and knew, being the worrying big sister that she was, that he only had 2 or so years left because of him having AIDS. She knew AIDS was a serious disease and she prayed every night that the doctors would find a cure. She flipped through a picture and Katie saw it.
"Wait...go back to it." She said.
Janelle couldn't go back to it. She shut her phone off and put it back in her pocket. That was one dia she couldn't go back to and she didn't want to remember it. But what had happened 9 months after that day...she had been happy. (Me: She was raped at 16, 3 months before she turned 17. That picture she skipped over was her giving birth at the age of 17 that Elizabeth took on her phone. She had a baby girl that was 7lbs and 11oz and was 19.5inches. She was named Coraline Jade Taylor.)
Before they knew it, the sino rang and they knew that the last dia of school was over. Janelle grabbed her bag and her books and headed out with Katie and Bryan. Now, Katie and Bryan were dating and yet Janelle felt left out. She was kinda jealous of their relationship and any encontro, data that she would go on would be the first and the last because the boys she dated, when she told them that she had a child, they didn't want the responsibility of being a parent. She saw her ride and turned to her friends.
"That's my ride. See you guys later." Janelle said.
Her friends waved to her and she got in the back assento of the car and the driver drove her home. She would occasionally look out the window of the car and see all the movie stars' stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
"Kenan, can you stop here for a bit?" She asked.
"Sure thing, Ms. Taylor." Kenan replied, stopping the car.
Janelle got out of the car and walked around, seeing her aunt's estrela and Michael Jackson's two stars. She remembered Ryan telling her that he met him and also remembered that Aunt Liz told her that she was friends with him. She was a fã of his since she was 10, but a Jackson 5 fã since she was 1 because her mother would always play the Jackson 5 albums for her when she was about 3-4 months old. She got back in the car and Kenan continued to drive her home.
'One day...one day...my name will be in lights...and I'll have a estrela of my own.' She thought.
She took her phone out and looked through the pictures again, trying to pass the rest of the time she had during her ride home.