Famously Unknown

Prologue: Serenity Raco

  i love traveling. it's such a feeling when you feel the new air of a city.... country.... continent! next after the next.
  oh, right, i'm Serenity. hi! i'm 17 years of age. my parents kicked me out of my house when i was 14 because they thought i was being selfish and thought i was old enough to make it on my own just because i could make my own damn music.
  oh, yeah, that.... my name was Goldie Vano, became super famous for putting herself "out there" by speaking through music with my own heart. which, yes, i did do. when i came out with my first song, so many people said that i was going to become incredibly famous and known for with my very original singing voice. the thing is is that i was 12 at the time and that was lots of pressure built on me. my parents forced me to work my ass off each day which got me tired and very unenthusiastic with a job i had.
  their next move was to drop me out of school completely so all i can focus on was a musical career. i was unhappy with them but realized that making my music helped me. i tried to ignore their criticism because i loved what i did and so did all of my fans. i grew a huge population of fame instantly up into millions. that was the one time in my life where i was actually proud of myself.
  but.... they decided to act like a little girls who just started her period and be fucking moody!
  i became a disgrace to my parents. they certainly believed i was making life worth it, that's not a lie. but they told me i didn't belong in the family because i didn't assimilate. i was nothing like anyone in that family. the Vanos were known as talentless nobody's. but i couldn't make that a change? i couldn't start a new spark or life for this family to grow off of and be amazing? i wasn't allowed...

  so one day i went to my best friend's house to see how her brother was doing because he was terribly sick with bronchitis (i kinda had a thing for him). anyway, when i get home a few hours later, i stand in front of my house in shock and i see my possessions being thrown and dropped from the tallest window of our 3 story house. everything that belonged to me was being broken and torn.
  my father steps out of the front door and walks up to me  at a very fast pace and large stomps. he then holds a gun up to my head and a sharpened knife to my gut. he threatened and pressed each weapon closer, jabbing against my body.
  people spoke but it all sounded too faint. you hear my addicted father screaming in my ear and notice my psychotic mother continuously throwing items out of the window and flipping me off. everything went slow and felt too unreal. my dad turns bright red because he was shouting too much and too loudly. he had enough and pushes me against the ground and points the gun at me. you could hear screams from neighbors, having that feeling that i was going to die that afternoon. everything catches up to pace again and faint noises disappear into cries and anger filled yells. "You think you can fucking live here? You aren't shit here!" my dad- no i'm not calling him that sorry ass fucking name anymore... Bruce..... says loud enough for the entire street to hear. i slowly stand up and walk away. "Where the fuck are you going now?" he says with a chuckle. i turn to face him and crack my neck like i'm getting ready to beat his ass.
  i walk up to Bruce, "You don't want me to go? Huh!! You are making it way too fucking clear like you want me gone and never shown again! You know, I didn't mean for this to happen, right?" i start and pause for a moment as Bruce's and Heather's (my "mother") mood change slightly, "I didn't mean to be this prodigy and become this singer where it turns out everyone in the entire world knows who she is! I'm sorry I wasn't a failure for this family like y'all expected! But you know I'm not really sorry because I have ended here living this life I have!" i stop all movements and wait for any instinct or reaction from anyone who was witnessing or just anything from Bruce or Heather. nothing happened. so i turn again and moved on with the last peep i wish i'd never hear, "You were always worthless to this family, bitch," from Heather. but i accepted it. i knew that wasn't my path nor my family because i belong in a family that can let me be under their house and actually think i'm amazing for who i am.

  at the moment, i'm just going on as a new person and new identity. i am Serenity Raco. and nobody knows that i used to be Goldie Vano. i don't belong to that family. apparently i never did.
wait!
i'm not Goldie Vano and never was.
i'm me! Serenity Raco! that's who i've always been. i've never thought of music and singing and my passion has always been photography, arts, and fashion. that's me... and the only me.

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a/n

hello! i'm Chloe! this is my very first story i'm attempting on here and i hope it's well so let me know what you thought ab this chapter please.
sorry for the very short chapter; i'm just trying something different for myself but if i do continue this, i will make sure they get longer and more interesting. thanks!!

signing off...