Ariana's Step-Sister - Jai Brooks Fanfiction

Prologue. Cheyenne Hope Kaylen

My name's Cheyenne Hope Kaylen, just call me Chey (you pronounce it like Shy). That's me on the cover. I'm 19, fully British and I had a pretty normal life until something happened 11 years ago. Let me explain.

Rewind 11 years, and you have my happy family living in a small town in England, called Seaford. I had my mum, my dad and my older sister Ally. Me and Ally used to go to dance classes on Tuesday and Thursday after school, and Saturday if we felt like it.

One Saturday I felt ill, so my dad stayed home to look after me and my mum went with Ally to dance. So Dad was reading me a story when his phone went off. He left the room with it, and after a few minutes he came back in, tears streaming down his face. I'd never seen my dad cry before, so obviously something very bad had happened.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I-it's Ally and Mummy. They- the c-car got hit on the way b-back from dance. They're in h-hospital now" he said in a shaky voice, through his tears.
"Let's go too then" I said, not completely understanding as I was only 8. But for whatever reason my dad agreed.

He drove us to the hospital as fast as he could, and after a while, we found my mum and sister's ward. Before we walked in, my dad shakily spoke to me.
"Chey, y-your mummy and Ally might n-not look themselves. The c-car hurt them, so they m-might be all b-bloody and injured. Are you s-sure you want t-to see them?" I nodded. He took a deep breath and led me through the doors and down the ward, until we reached two beds next to each-other at the end. I peered at the beds and saw Mum and Ally lying their, lifeless. That's when it registered in my head what had happened, and the tears wouldn't stop.

A few years later, my dad took me to LA, for a holiday. So we took two weeks in Cali, on the beaches, sightseeing, just a normal holiday. Well, except for the fact he met a woman there. Her name was Joan, and they got very close. It wasn't for a while that I realised what was happening. Four years later and my dad had finally found a new love. Obviously, he still loved my mum very much, but he'd found love in Joan too.

When we came back to Seaford, Dad and Joan would talk everyday. We'd go to LA twice a year to see Joan, and her kids Ariana and Frankie. We got on really well, Frankie and Ari were best friends to me. Then, four years after we had first gone to LA, we moved in with the Grande's. Two years ago my dad and Joan got married. Joan is now my step-mother, Frankie my step-brother and Ariana my step-sister. Frankie lives in New York now though, mind. He moved last year.

So, that's my story, that's my life now. You might know Ariana, as in Ariana Grande, the singer/actress. Yep, that's my step-sister.