It's the year 1954, Cynthia had gotten used to being alone and independent, able to fend for herself. She has always had it difficult though. Her parents had left her young. Though, they had always hoped for fame upon her. Just the thought of fame was enchanting to Cynthia- but is fame really everything it seems? ---------------------------- * NOT FINISHED * ------------------------------ This is just practice for me so if you want to read it, go ahead and enjoy! Btw, I'm 13 now. My recent stories, sorry about them. I was 10. I just reinstalled Wattpad and I kinda feel like writing again! A lot has changed with my writing, for example, I now write "Okay" instead of "Ok". This story is a historical fiction fantasy thing- Anyway, I hope you enjoy this whether you take it seriously or not.