"The Nine Lives of Chloe King" Was Cancelled 6 Years Ago And I'm Still Not Over It

"The Nine Lives of Chloe King" Was Cancelled 6 Years Ago And I'm Still Not Over It

My inner 12-year-old still isn't over the cancellation of my favorite show.

When most people turn sixteen, they celebrate by having a party and getting together with about a hundred of their "closest" friends. Chloe King, however, celebrated by developing weird feline abilities, dying for the first time, and learning that the people she thought were her parents weren't really her parents at all.

Sounds a little odd, right?

Apparently, the general public agreed. When "The Nine Lives of Chloe King" aired for one season in 2011, it was received only moderately well. In comparison to ABC Family's other shows at the time (RIP ABC Family), such as "Switched at Birth," viewership was certainly low, leading to its cancellation after only one season on the air.

Having read the novel "The Nine Lives of Chloe King" by Liz Braswell prior to the show's conception, I quickly became an avid viewer. Sure, the plot was a little cheesy and had been altered quite drastically from the book, however my 12-year-old self loved it nonetheless.

I became fixated on wanting to be like Chloe King, played by Skyler Samuels. I made lists of items I needed to buy in order to mimic her style. She was an employee at a thrift shop, so I suddenly developed an affinity for thrift shops, although I never actually went to one. I bought new hair products in an attempt to mimic her curly hair, as well as altering my entire wardrobe. Chloe drove as Kia Soul, so it suddenly became my dream car. Apparently, the not-so-subtle product placement worked wonders on me.

Benjamin Stone, who played one of Chloe's two love interests, quickly became my celebrity crush. I vividly remember doodling "I <3 Ben Stone" in the margins of my notebooks and on the whiteboard in my bedroom. To this day, I still follow him on Instagram, and I'll even admit to having majorly fangirled when he recently liked one of my comments on his photo. Seriously, I'm 18 and still freaked out.

As you can probably tell by now, I was majorly obsessed. Somehow, this show had taken over my life.

When the conclusion of the first season came, it ended on a huge cliffhanger. I patiently awaited the episode in order to find out the results of this situation. Instead of gaining clarity, however, something much more horrible occurred.

"The Nine Lives of Chloe King" was cancelled.

I probably sound crazy - rambling on about a TV show cancelled six years ago. However, this show came at a pivotal point in my life. At the age of 12, I was only just coming of age and exploring my own identity. Rather than find my own, however, I decided to try to mimic Chloe's. When this show was cancelled, my inspiration was suddenly ripped out from under me without so much of a movie to clarify the ending. Seriously, still waiting on that movie...

I joined all of the "Bring Back TNLOCK" Facebook pages and became an avid poster. Despite my best efforts, I wasn't able to resurrect my favorite show.

To this day, I'm still not over it. This was the first real "fandom" I was a part of. The first show I felt the need to watch religiously every single week. The first characters I really, truly fell in love with.

Although it gets better over time, I will never truly get over the cancellation of "The Nine Lives of Chloe King."

Cover Image Credit: The Nine Lives Wikia

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Elle didn't need Warner to be successful. Warner needed Elle. He lost it all when he lost her. You cannot convince me that I need someone in my life when I know that my individual success is not brought to me by another person. I am the one who brings my own success. I am the one who makes a difference in my own life. I do not need someone to keep me from being me. I have the power to be whoever I want to be. And as of right now... I just want to be me.

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To The First Person That Hurt You

with a quiet thank you 

Her first hello to the world was with a cry. Maybe a few cries, a few hiccups, and a bunch of naps. She didn't yet know where her life was going to take her.

Her whole life she grew up surronded by love. She watched her parents as they so carefully kept her close to them. She denied the troubles that surrounded her head. She had fears, but she never knew they could actually come true.

She watched as the movies portrayed happy endings. No matter what happened, you always hold on to that person, right? You always end up with the one you love. No matter how much fighting you have to do to keep that person. 

She watched as the relationships surrounded her seemed to not compare with the ones that she was faced with. 

It wasn't until two greenish-grey eyes approached her. A sudden mystery that swamped her mind every second. But because she did not want to think about the truth of him, she stormed it to the back of her mind, never letting it get in the way of what she wanted to believe. 

She let false allusions lead her to a place where no one should ever want to go. Within weeks, she was in love with the hands that made her feel the safest, but also the most confused she had ever felt in her life. She cared about the one person who seemed to care about her as well.

They spend hours at night face timing, he made her believe she was the only one. He told her he was falling for her when he was drunk, and she was always taught to believe that "drunk words have sober meanings." She lived in a world of secrecy, never allowing for anyone to know what was actually going on.

His first time cheating was dismissed from his mind, allowing her to believe he would never do anything bad to her. The lips of another was pressed on her lips every time he kissed her. His mouth was sealed with the secrets he kept.

But someones mouth wasn't sealed. The first time she found out about this act, she broke down. And when she spoke to him about it, as broken as she was, he let her believe he was the broken one. With hope in her heart, she returned to him, hoping that this would end like the movies did.

A constant pit in her stomach arose anytime someone had to tell her a secret. She tried to be good enough, thinking that she wasn't because he had to crave things from others. She looked in the mirror every day, and said "this will be the day I will be enough for him." Little did she know, he wasn't enough for her. Nothing compared to the way she loved, they way she loved him.

But weeks passed, months passed, and his truth finally surrendered. Hands slammed against the wheel as he admitted to his truth. It wasn't just the lips of one other that came between their relationship. It was many others as well.

He had all of her in his hands, knowing that she trusted him with every piece of her. Her strings were tied, but his were loose, coming back and forth to her and many others. With an emptiness in her heart, she knew that this wouldn't end like what was implanted in her mind from the time she was born.

Her life up to this moment was a lie. No matter how much she fought, this was never going to be something worth fighting for. Her home was in a place that was temporary. It was time for her to leave, to abandon what she thought made her the happiest.

Without knowing the reality, she closed her ears off to the word and tried everything she could to forget. To forget about the love that started a fire in her that eventually burned her down. Her nights were filled with reminiscing, wondering where she went wrong. Her image of love was adjusted. 

"Everyone is going to hurt you." 

"You will never be good enough."

"This is the reality of love, this is what the movies don't tell you about."

Oh what a shame for a boy to make her believe this. For a reckless love to change her. 

Her love wasn't enough so he craved it from others. But not from their hearts, from the places that made them moan.

To the first love she ever had...

thank you for teaching her everything that love shouldn't be. Thank you for letting her learn early.

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