Prologue:
Delivery Room 206-
"Congratulations, Miss Peyton! It's a boy!" the doctor said as he showed the woman the newly born baby.
"I could care less what it is." she said venemously, "Get it out of my sight."
The doctor, taken aback, handed the child to the nurse and had the baby taken from the room.
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Delivery Room 197-
"Congratulations, Mrs. Anders! It's a girl!" the doctor said as he showed the woman the newly born baby.
"Oh, she's beautiful!" the mother said adoringly, "What shall we name her, Henry?"
The father looked over at the child and smiled, "You pick."
The woman screwed up her face in thought, "Desiree Marie Anders." she finally decided.
"She's a beauty, like her mom." the father said and kissed his wife.
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15 Years Later:
"Dammit, Alex! You useless pig! Get me a beer, I've had a long day!" Miss. Peyton yelled as she entered the house.
The house was shabby and in the ghetto of town. It had one bedroom and all of the windows were boarded up.
Alex jolted up and fetched his mother the beverage. He handed it to her and coward as she slapped him. "You should have had this ready before!" she said.
Alex dared not look at his mother as he huddled up in the corner, too afraid to cry, too afraid to feel anything but hatred.
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"Desiree!" her mother called up the stairs.
"Yeah, Mom?" she answered.
"Hun, we are leaving for dance practice in five minutes!" her mother told her.
Desiree snatched up her dance bag and ran down the stairs. She had been a dancer since she was able to walk. She loved hip-hop and ballet. She would even, occasionally, ballroom dance.
"Ready." Desiree said, and walked outside. She hopped into the SUV and her and her mother drove off to dance practice
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