Alanala Dianthia

Arrival Growing up, Queenie didn’t have much to her name. Her mother had lost custody of her a long time ago, and while her Aunt did her best to support her, there wasn’t much she could do for the girl and her cousin Ginny. So when she had heard about Los Santos from her cousin Ally she figured it would have been best to leave, start her own life and let her aunt finally have some peace. Arriving in the city, Queenie didn’t have anything but the clothes on her back, and a thousand dollars in her bank account, the most she could scrounge together. Through some communication with a few people she ran into, she found out that an ID was quite important for life in the city, procuring herself one of those she very quickly ran into someone who was going to lead her life in a very chaotic and strange direction, a certain girl by the name of Hazel Miller. Hazel Miller At first, Queenie thought she was fun, that the girl knew how to liven things up. It had been exhilarating, thrilling, to be in a police chase until they got caught and sent to prison. Prison wasn’t any fun, so Queenie vowed to never return to it. Shortly after getting out of prison, Queenie set about trying to try and find herself a job, something fun she could work and do, but having a fresh felony on her back, she ended up doing the work everyone else was doing, fishing. This was where she had met, and made, her very first mistake. The Mistake Perhaps it’s not fair to call him a mistake, but when looking back on it, and if she were asked, Queenie would most certainly call him a mistake. A very suave, and charismatic man had taken quite an interest in Queenie, and it would be no lie to say the feeling had been mutual. Their relationship was quite tame, and calm at the start, but boy was the ending of it turbulent. Queenie had left the city for a little while, a week, and when she came back, found the man she had once spent time giggling next to, and cuddling… Had decided they were never dating in the first place, and had moved on in the time she had been gone, a whole week, and their relationship had simply been a figment of Queenies whole imagination, and he was now canoodling it up with another girl giggling her head off in his arms while calling her crazy all the meanwhile. Hurt, confused, Queenie tried to move on despite how much she wanted her revenge, she knew she would never get it. She would just have to live on. Living on Queenie fell in with a new crowd while the burn of hurt was still lingering within her, new friends, new faces… People she could trust. Silver Stone had become one of her best friends, she could trust that girl with anything, even her own life if it came back to it. During this time, as Queenie struggled to refind herself, she was called upon by a familiar name and face. Hazel was back again, and this time proposing they hit up a store. With little else to lose, Queenie figured why not? It went well, up until at the end when a police chase went flying by the store to shortly be followed by a shootout which the girls quickly fled from, with their 10k haul of cash. But that was the end of chaos for Queenie, she decided… She needed an actual job, something she could do that she found fun, and exciting… And she got that opportunity. Opportunity Through the grapevine, from a woman only known to her as Urban, Queenie became aware that a woman named Rayvn was seeking out women to dance on the beach for a music video, something Queenie found a bit interesting and did not hesitate to jump at, pulling her friends Silver and Nicolai along with her, it was too good to pass up. It seemed like fun, and could open a lot of doors for her. And it did. After the music video was over, watching through the posted results, which Queenie found she enjoyed quite a lot, she found a job offer from the woman Rayvn on her phone, to become an entertainer for Club Corruption… It had been something she’d explored the possibility of in her earlier life in The City so far, but to have the opportunity to get paid for something she so thoroughly enjoyed doing. She couldn’t pass it up. Settling into her life now, Queenie still found herself sore and hurting about her earlier relationship, how it had ended, and what it could have been. How so many times in her life, things were taken away from her. She needed redemption. Redemption Redemption comes in very funny forms as it turns out, and Queenie quickly found out. Her usual journey down to the pier had her running into a man, who, at first glance, seemed to just be silly and completely out there. They flirted with one another, and while initially Queenie had her heart set on another, found herself being pulled away and towards this guy. He made her laugh, made her happy, he could make her forget all her worries, and it seemed like she was doing the same for him. People who he knew were approaching her, talking about how she had changed him, thanking her for dating that man. It only took one hunting trip for them to be officially dating, but it only took one moment of interaction to change her life around. Change T, as her beloved was known, it turned out, was part of an organization, and in quite the high up position too as Queenie quickly learned when she suddenly found herself with a few bodyguards on her most typical of daily activities. Not always did she have them of course, and they weren’t officially bodyguards, but it most certainly seemed like it when she’d had an interaction with someone on the pier, and they showed up to have a chat with the guy. It was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to, being loved and receiving it in turn, having something that seemed would never be taken away from her. Never taken away September 11th 2021 was a typical day like any other for me, I got up, I did my morning routine, I got dressed and headed down to the pier. T was there, I greeted him like I usually do, we chatted but it seemed like he had other things on his mind. “Are you okay? You seem quiet.” I whispered to him, only to be told he was thinking. I left him alone after that. I was fishing, like I usually do, chatting with friends nearby and making jokes, when he showed up and told me to follow him, that he had made a reservation at a restaurant, and wanted to spend time with me. I happily obliged, following him to the clothing shop to pick out a dress for the spur of the moment date. While in the changing room, I got a call from someone wholly unexpected. “Hello?” I answered, trying to reach the zipper on the back of the dress while the phone was cradled in between my ear and shoulder. “Hey, what’s the name of that song you like?” A familiar female voice flowed through to me, Gretchen was calling me. Why did she want to know the name of my favorite song? It was confusing at first until it suddenly dawned on me. Having to keep from just squealing in delight over the phone to the poor woman, I pulled myself together enough to respond. “Something Just like this.” Something Just Like This We left the clothing shop, me in my new dress, T dressed like the chippendale dancer he usually is. I was trying to keep it cool, pretending I didn’t know what was about to happen. He blindfolded me, drove me out to the beach where we had slow danced not so long ago, when he had been feeling down. He helped me out of the car, led me out to stand in front of the small crowd of friends, Gojira, Griffith, Atlas, Darko, Gretchen, even Chad was there, recording the whole thing. They turned the speaker on, loaded up my favorite song… When I turned around, T was already down on his knee. I couldn’t keep it in anymore, the tears rolling down my face. “Queenie Fae.” Hearing him say my full name, it didn’t feel real at that moment, none of it did. Everything felt like such a blur until those four words, four words I never thought I’d ever get to hear flowed from his very mouth. “Will you marry me?” Will you marry me? The silence didn’t last long, I couldn’t hold it back. “Yes!” What else was I supposed to say? There was no other word, no doubt in my mind, that I wanted to marry the man kneeling right in front of me. Cheers, applause, it didn’t matter, I only had one thing on my mind at that moment. “Well,” Another voice spoke up, coming from a man I only knew as the leader. “How about making it even more official, and joining us?” It was a question I hadn’t been preparing for, my eyes flicked from one person to another. How, in such a short time, had the friends I had met and made become such a family to me? How had I missed all that? With a knowing smile on my face, I knew I had found it, I had achieved it. My… Salvation.

Reserved

February 17th, 2011 It’s done, Aunt Mia got my name legally changed. We were both tired of all the fights I was getting into at school over the other kids teasing me about having an old lady name. I took up my mothers and aunts maiden name, so at the very least I’m not far removed from the family. I’m hoping this will give me a new start in life. Queenie Fae April 10th, 2011 Moms been sending me letters. Talking about how she misses me, how she messed up and didn’t mean to hit me that hard. We both know that’s a lie, she’s hit me harder, she just calculated wrong this time and someone else saw. I’m betting you this is just another part of her newest program, and that someone is just watching her write these letters. Should I write back? Queenie Fae July 1st, 2011 Ally came to stay with Ginny and I for the rest of summer. She keeps complaining about the Texas summer heat. We’re going to go play some games later this evening, might suggest hide and seek, I know this amazing hiding spot in the barn out back. Weather hasn’t been looking too good as of late, but it should be fine right? Queenie Fae January 30th, 2012 Mom was here. I thought for a moment Aunt Mia had called her to come get me, but when I saw that surprise on her face I realized she didn’t know she’d be coming either. Mom was definitely not sober, we don’t even know how she got here in the condition she did. There was a lot of screaming downstairs and then the cops came. I’m scared.

The following is written with a childish scrawl November 8, 07 Dear Diary, Mommy got me a diary for my birthday! I’m so happy! I promise to write in you every day. Mommy seemed pretty happy today too, and I got to have cake! It was really good, I don’t often get to have cake, I can’t remember the last time I have. That’s all for now diary! Bertha Esti December 25, 07 Santa didn’t come this year again, when I asked mommy why he didn’t come, she sent me to my room and called me ungrateful. It didn’t look like she was making anything for dinner again, so I’ll have to go look through the kitchen once she’s asleep again. Bertha Esti March 5, 08 McKenna and her friends made fun of me again, calling me poor because I’m still wearing the same shoes from last year, they have holes and are two sizes too small, but money is really tight right now as mommy says. Then one of the girls said her father called my mother a coke addict. I got really mad and punched her, her nose got all red and started bleeding and the other girls screamed. Mom got called, and the other girls parents were talking about suing us, she’s really mad at me. Bertha Esti June 6, 08 Some people came by the house today, they were dressed really professionally, and mom made me wear my nice clothes and help her clean the house before they got here. I think it’s because I kept going over to Lilly’s house, I heard her parents talking in the kitchen about how I was always dirty and my clothes were ripped up, but I can’t help it, mom needs her medicine and it’s really expensive for her to afford, so we can’t always be buying me nice things. Bertha Esti August 16th, 2008 Mom didn’t come home tonight, I’m really worried about her, she’s never not come home before. I tried to ask her why she keeps coming home later and later yesterday, but she slapped me and told me to mind my own business. I hope she comes home, I miss her. Bertha Esti November 10th, 2010 It’s been a while since I’ve written in this old journal. I found it in the box of books we moved to Aunt Mia’s place. Mom lost custody of me this time, and the Judge said unless she can continue to stay sober, there’s a very small chance she’s going to get me back. And since she refuses to tell anyone who my father is, I can’t go live with him. I hope she’s eating alright, I hope she can get the help she needs. Bertha Esti. More to come in replies

+1 From me, desperate need for edgier and sexier clothes for Queenie.

-1 I have dyscalculia(Math dyslexia). I have difficulty enough with just basic addition, I don’t need them to be any more complex thanks.