-the 27 pages-

Last week, Sara Fendrick turned twenty-seven. According to Sara, this is the age to finally, after many, many years, allow her much anticipated biography to be published. For nearly five years, fans begged her, pleading, screaming and crying for this holy, golden, godly piece of literature, that, incidentally, did not yet exist.

It's not like Sara purposely didn't write her life story. She planned it, imagined it, dreamed about it. But, she told me, it just wasn't something she was meant to write. So, after many frenzied attempts, she decided to hand the project over to me. Plus, she says, (via the speakerphone on the couch) her life just wasn't set yet. It was quite necessary to wait a couple years, just to let all of the really exiting stories play out.

Sara is talking to me on the phone, telling me stories. She’s talking, talking fast, trying to fit years into hours, hours into pages, pages to be read into hearts and into minds. We go way back, to before the fame and the drawings, before the hate and love, before the models, before wealth, before Sara. We go back to the start of it all.

In the dark is where we start. Sara was conceived in early December, in a carved oak bed made by her great-grandfather. Her to-be home in Camden, Maine was green and black, with a gray stone walkway that went right into the living room.

Jarcy and Steven were quite ecstatic. Their first little girl, born on August 28th 1998. They named her Sara Leah Fendrick, and she was going to be a legend.

Sara was a beautiful baby. She had ice eyes and chestnut hair. Jarcy and I spent hours over her baby pictures, there weren’t many, but was a story, an era.

When she was six, Sara started playing in the woods, she played with leaves and berries, she made dolls. Her mother thought she looked like a wood nymph, like a fairy. She wrote poems about Sara, and sewed her green tunics and silver robes. She was dressed like someone in a Fairy Tale.

“I don’t think she wore a real T-shirt until she was almost eight” Steven said, he was quite proud. Sara started school in 2003, and thanks to her lovely teacher, Mrs. Ilnickey, she was allowed to walk barefoot.

On July 8th, 2003, Sara’s sister Marisa was born. Marisa had black hair and grey eyes. Marisa has pale cheeks and a bump on her nose. She is quite a coyote, and immediately, instantly, inexplicably, she became Sara’s.