A.N.~ I decided to write the 2nd Generation fic, Dysfunctional, first and then write the emotional wreck that is Answering Questions, the one that takes place after the finale. The spin-off of this, Spoiled, will be posted on the HxA spot for several reasons. It will be written once this is finished. NOTE: This is extremely fannon, if you have anything against TrentxCourtney, DuncanxGwen, or NoahxIzzy, I suggest not leitura on. But to DxC fans, no worries. You may want to read Pandora's parts. If you want mais info, read. But just know you have been warned
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*Vanessa's Point Of View*
I wouldn't be bothered to answer the phone when it rang. I sat in a fuzzy deep purple chaise lounge in the living room of the mansion I live in with my parents and older half-brother and half-sister. Me? I'm Vanessa Cameron. I live with my rich lawyer mom and superstar dad in a mansion in Los Angeles, California. I am 14 years old. My older siblings are twins, Harmony and Gale Cameron. Their parents are divorced and their mom lives with her new husband and her 2 kids in New York, along with my other half-sister, Pandora, who is a sibling through our mom. Harmony and Gale are siblings through our dad. It must be hard having divorced parents and having two seperate families. Harmony rushed in and picked up the phone. I think it was her mom on the phone from New York. She held the phone down on her shoulder after saying hi to her mother and asking why she called.
"Vanessa, can you get your mom?" the 16-year-old asked sweetly.
I sighed and put down my Tiger Beat magazine.
"MOM! PHONE!" I yelled out down the hall.
My mother came rushing out, tucking back her medium length brunette hair behind her left ear as Harmony handed off the phone. When she heard who was on the other line, she did not sound pleased. She spoke coldly and I could hear a mais cheerful voice on the other end. I looked back up at my Tiger Beat, checking out the section on my favorito singer Kendella Star. I pulled a piece of brunette hair from my face and twireled the friendship bracelet my best friend Niki Anderson gave me on my tan-skinned wrist. She'd given one to our other friend, Ivy Cardian, too. And she'd kept one for herself. My esmeralda green eyes darted across the pages, playing teste after quiz, completing puzzle after puzzle, staring at hottie superstar after hottie superstar. When my mom hung up, she raced from the room, nearly knocking into Gale, who had just entered the room.
"What's her deal? Is Pandora visiting again?" he asked, referring to Pandora's semi-annual visits to L.A.
"Along with the rest of her family." Harmony spoke, sitting seguinte to me.
"So upside, Mom's coming, downside, there will be a lot of yelling."
"Pretty much."
"Why does this family have to be so dysfunctional?" I piped in at the end.
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*Pandora's Point Of View*
I grabbed the sparkling purple suitcase from my cama and smiled big. This could be my chance! My big break! My name is Pandora Cassiolea and I want to be an actress. I loved when I visited L.A. I think I have at least a whole book filled with autographs! From the popular people when I was like, 4, such as Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez and such, to huge stars of now, like Kendella Star, I have 'em. Pictures, too. But now that I'm going with my family, I can get discovered! I've always wanted to be a big Hollywood actress and now's my chance! I squealed seguinte to my little sister (ok, technically half-sister) Mandi as we got into the limo that would drop us off at the airport.
"Pipe down, diva. Nobody gets it on the first try. Not even Vanessa." the 13-year-old told me.
She clutched a notebook that held the rough coply of her first book, I think it was called Past the Point. She had wanted to be an author since her and her little brother Nolan's mother became an author. 12-year-old Nolan sat on the other side of Mandi. I fiddled with the bright green streak in my long, black hair. I pulled up my leather jaqueta to cover my shoulders. I took out a makeup bag and put a little mais mascara on the lashes above my light blue eyes. Mandi combed bach the part og her bangs she'd dyed rosa, -de-rosa with her fingers, and Nolan did absoluteley nothing to ready himself for any sort of presentation. He just sat there and stared at us like we were from another planet. His black hair dyed partially bright red fell in front of his face. I fiddled with my green hairstreak again and thought What is with this family and hair dye? The limousine pulled up to the huge airport and I screeched in joy. The plane took off on schedule and we landed in L.A. that night. I lay down on my cama in the hotel and sighed.
"I wanna be famous," I whispered, "and I will be."
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A.N.~ So did you like it? If I get good reviews, I'll keep writing! If you trash the story's fannon-ness, I warned you. Yes, I made up the one superstar singer girl Kendalla, btu only because I don't believe the same peeps will be famous 20 to 30 years from now. Don't worry, the other awesome kids like Niki, Ivy, Conchita, Kathy, Abcde (yes, it's a real name), Alani, Devon, Kolina, and Kyoko come in in part 2 if we ever get that far.
Hope you enjoyed!
~ Natalie Charm
P.S.- I'm working on pictures!