Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
What Brought Us Together Chapter 1
Sheridan slowly awoke to yet another fight.
It wasn't Julian and Ivy.
No this time it was Ethan and Gwen.
'Why won't these people ever get a divorce?' she thought to herself.
"Ms. Crane. Are you up?" a slight mumble came through the heavy wooden door.
The one she had decided to be inprisioned to.
Not decided forced.
Her cottage had termites, and according to Julian and Father both, none of the hotels in Harmony are sutiable enough for a Crane.
She hated this life.
Although it did have its perks.
But those perks were few and far between.
She couldn't remember the last one she expirenced.
As she dragged heself out of bed over to the balcony she remembered a childhood dream.
That she was repunzuel and a prince would come save her from the castle of evil.
When Father heard of this so called 'ludricas' idea he demended she have her hair cut short.
That was either the stupidest or saddest thing she ever heard.
She chose neither.
She tried to forget.
But she could never forget all of her so-called, 'wonderful' childhood, according to the media.
She wondered how her childhood was?
"What childhood?" Sheridan asked herself aloud.
Childhoods were supposed to be fun.
Carefree.
Happy.
Youthful.
Nothing like hers.
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Luis woke up from another restless sleep.
Mainly because he had only gotten eight hours of sleep this week.
But his job was demending.
The hours were demanding.
Espically with both Theresa and Miguel both at collage.
He couldn't believe he was taking the position of a 40, 50 year old man.
And he was only 28.
But life was rough.
It was a fact.
Expext to the Crane's.
They were waited on hand and foot incesstanly for the past 40, 50, 60, whatever amount of years.
But Luis worked for his money.
He didn't steal.
He didn't con.
He didn't 'borrow.'
It was wrong.
He had morals.
Unlike the family that sat upon the top of Raven Hill.
No way would any Crane ever be normal.
Have a conciouse.
If they did, they could hide it well.
When someone was weak, they pounced.
When they were weak, they killed.
He didn't even know if they had a soul.
But at least he would never have the burden of ever seeing one of those people for a long time.
Next Chapter (WIP)