"And now, for our new champion, Celine Janesville!" A man exclaimed as he reached the hand of a girl and held it up. Everybody in the stadium applauded and cheered for the young Girl's achievement. Here, we can see the 7-year-old Celine Janesville. What else can I say? Everyone loves this young individual just the way she is in their eyes. Life was perfect for her. She went to different countries for her shows and gained an insane amount of fans all across the world.

For a bit of a backstory, Celine Janesville was born on September 6, 1998 in San Francisco, California. She's a Russian-American and had a decent life with her parents. However, at the age of 4, her Mother, Daniella Janesville, divorced her Father, Victor Janesville and completely abandoned them for a better life. Celine then started receiving mistreatment from her Father and used her ice skating skills as a form of distraction, although her Father used that as an advantage to make them wealthy and famous. It worked. At the age of 7, Celine got her first award of championship and ever since then, she has had millions of fans worldwide and even had a total of 150 trophies at the age of 9. Celine is currently 12 years old and having the best life she's ever had.

"You have an invitation from the Belgian Royal Family, Celine." Victor said as he handed his Daughter an invitation card.

Celine opened the card and read it for a few seconds. "Well, I guess I have to attend, then. It's a Royal Family, after all. It'll be just like the usual, do a performance for the birth of a Prince or Princess."

"Exactly." Victor agreed. "Just keep doing this and everything will be completely in your hands, Sweetheart. You don't want to go back to where you came from all those years ago, do you?"

"No."

"Good. Keep up the good work and don't disappoint me."

"Yes, Dad."

Celine smiled at her Father, put on her cap and headed to the garage. "Well, I better get going now, Dad! I've got a lot of practice to do for tomorrow's show in the Arena."

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After the show, Celine immediately ran to the bathroom to throw up. She doesn't know why she just threw up but she just thought of it as food poisoning or maybe she just ate something rotten. She came back home and everything went normal for the next few months. But... 2 months later, Celine and Victor walked inside her bedroom, Celine sat on her bed, sobbing. Victor, on the other hand, was furious as he looked at the positive pregnancy test and back at Celine. "What the hell is this!?"

"I'm sorry, Dad..."

"I did not raise you to become a complete whore! What did I teach you!? Avoid men at all times! What has gotten into your mind!?"

"I'm so sorry!"

"No! Don't tell me that! Who's the Father, Celine?"

"I don't know..."

"What the actual hell do you mean you don't know!? You got your body carrying a fetus in the womb and you don't know who did this to you!?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

"Enough apologies! This is unacceptable especially for someone with such great responsibility and public image like you! How could you do this to me and yourself!? You're so selfish! We can't abort that thing because the abortionist might leak the truth and you don't want that, do you!?"

As Victor kept ranting about his thoughts, Celine just sat still on her bed, crying and looking down at her lap. She was way too embarrassed to even look up at her own Father.

9 months later, Celine sat up on her bed, holding her baby girl. "She's so beautiful." Celine murmured. Tears pricked out of her eyes which fell to her daughter's cheeks as she wiped them off with her thumb. Blood was everywhere and Celine's breathing was getting ragged, meaning her death was no longer than expected.

The young girl looked up at her Father and smiled innocently, crying in a mix of pain and joy. "Her name... Is Eleanor... She's Eleanor Janesville." Celine closed her eyes, still smiling as she lost her life right on the spot.

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"Unfortunately, the worldwide famous Ice Skater Celebrity, 13-year-old Celine Janesville, has been declared dead due to an unknown reason." The reporter said as people watching the news gasped in shock.

During the funeral, Victor held his granddaughter in his arms in a private room with his assistant, Margaret.

"Take her, Margie, and leave her on a stranger's doorstep." Victor ordered.

Margaret tensed up and frowned, clenching her fists. "Sir, that's a baby!"

"I know. But I don't want to raise a thing that murdered my source of income. Now, if you don't want to lose a job, do as I say."

"... Yes, Sir..."

Although it was out of Margaret's will, she did as she was told in order to keep her job. However, she grabbed her last remaining jewelry which was a golden bracelet, carved "Eleanor Janesville" on it and put it around Eleanor's wrist. She then took the baby in an unknown street and left her on someone's doorstep.

Inside the house, there was a couple arguing over their son and daughter.

"I wouldn't have ever even married you if I never got pregnant, Lucas!" The wife screamed as she held the hands of her children.

The husband, on the other hand, threw his glass of beer on the floor, causing it to break, and screamed back. "Well, what if I just divorce you and stop my responsibility, huh!? How's that to your liking, huh, Julia!?"

Julia wiped her tears and pushed Lucas away. "That's right! Get out of this house! I'll work on the divorce papers! Out!"

Lucas went through the back door to leave as Julia knelt down, crying and sobbing. Her daughter, on the other hand, comforted her while her son ran to the front door to look for his Father. As he opened it, he saw the baby in the basket with the golden bracelet. He looked back inside the house and yelled "Mom! There's a baby!"

Julia stood up, walked to the door and took the basket. She then noticed the golden bracelet. "Eleanor Janesville? Well, whoever owns this baby must've given it to us. We shall take responsibility now." Julia smiled as she brought the poor thing in.

Years passed by and the biological children of Julia grew envious of Eleanor because of the treatment and love she received from their Mother. This went on until Eleanor turned 9 when she realized that she was adopted and her older siblings were jealous of her.

"Yes, sweetheart, you are adopted, it's true. But at least I love you very much, right?" Julia said as she knelt down in front of Eleanor.

Eleanor sighed. "I know, Mom, I love you too but how about Katrina and Lancelot? How about them? Do you love them?"

"Of course I do, Dear, but not as much as I love you."

While the two continued having a conversation, behind a door, there was 12-year-old Katrina and 14-year-old Lancelot.

Katrina covered her mouth as she tried not to cry. "Mom loves that stupid orphan more than us."

Lancelot hugged Katrina and rubbed her back soothingly. "I know, Kat, but that doesn't mean we should be fools and let her take our Mother away from us." He said back.

In the dark attic, Eleanor was rummaging through her old stuff when the door suddenly got locked. Eleanor gasped, rushed to the door and banged on it. "Argh, Katrina! Rupert! Let me out! This is the 27th time you've done this to me!"

Katrina and Rupert, outside the door, just laughed and ran away, leaving their adopted sister behind. Eleanor was already used to this but she's just upset that she'll have to wait another 2 hours before their Mother comes back home from her work and gets her out of there. To satisfy her boredom, she looked around and saw a big box. She has never seen that box before, probably because she wasn't really paying attention, so curiosity got the better of her and she opened the box. As she peeked inside, she saw the amount of pictures of a beautiful girl who seemed to be a celebrity based on the pictures. She then saw that in each picture, the same name is written on it.

"Celine Janesville...?" Eleanor mumbled to herself. She looked at the golden bracelet on her wrist. "We are both Janesville, who is she?"

She looked at more and more of it and one specific picture caught her attention. "February 25, 2011, Celine Janesville's date of death at the raw age of 13? What? But that's my birthday."

The door suddenly opened and there was Julia, she picked up Eleanor and brought her to her bedroom. "Honey, I'm so sorry your siblings always lock you in the attic, I'll make it up to you, I promise." Before Eleanor could even speak, Julia already turned off the lights and left the room. As soon as she did, she frowned at her biological children and screamed at them.

"What has gotten into your minds to even think about locking up your sister like that countless times!?"

"But Mom, we were just fooling around!" Katrina pleaded.

Julia's blood boiled as she heard that excuse. "Fooling around? Locking up your sister until I come back home is called fooling around!? Well, let me show you what is fooling around! Go to your room and don't leave until I say so!"

Katrina was about to yell back but Rupert patted her shoulder, calming her and just went inside their room. As they got inside, Katrina sat on her bed and sobbed. "I really hate that Mom has to love Eleanor more than us. Why does she have to do this? Doesn't she care for us?"

Rupert sighed. "I don't know, Kat, but we have to do something about it."

They both thought for a while until Katrina stood up with a wicked grin on her face. "What if we set her up and make up a fake story to tell Mom about? That way, Mom would hate Eleanor and love us instead."

"What? No, Katrina! Yes, I'm envious of the amount of love and care Eleanor receives from Mom but I would never actually do anything to make Mom hate her just so she would give us more love and care than she usually does!" Rupert said back.

Meanwhile, Julia opened Eleanor's bedroom door and got inside. She smiled sweetly at the child. "How are you, my darling?"

"I'm good, Mom." Eleanor smiled. "I just have a question." She added.

"Oh? Sure, what is it that you want to know, sweetheart?"

"Who is Celine Janesville?"

Julia paused as soon as she heard that. She looked away. "Well, she was a worldwide famous Ice Skater Celebrity back in the 2000s-2010s. She was really famous and successful until she passed away, sadly, in 2011 due to an unknown reason. Why are you asking me this?"

"Mom, why does she look like me? Why do we have the same surname? Who is she, really?"

"I don't know, hon, maybe it's just a coincidence." Julia smiled awkwardly as she tucked Eleanor back to bed. "Make sure to get a lot of sleep, my dear Lea."

"Of course, I love you."

"I love you more."

Julia closed the door and as soon as she made sure that Eleanor was already sleeping, she dialed a number with her cellphone, put the phone in her ear and muttered the words "She already knows about her Mother."