Fan Fiction ❯ It´s all in the past ❯ Now ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

It's all in the past

She loved, she lost, she cried, she shut down. She was lost, with the love of her life gone forever, her heart shattered in a million pieces. She left her friends, transferring to another school, in hopes of getting another chance to live again, without him... She doesn't want people to know about her past, but when they do, what will she do? Will she run again, or will she accept that she can't run anymore?

Just as a warning: no problems if you wanna flame - I had to learn it with one of my other fics... -, just don't be cruel. Honesty is okay by me, but not cruelty.

PS: Sorry, in advance, about grammar and spelling mistakes. English is not my first language, and I sorta have a mental block when I write in the said language... Especially because, no matter what language I'm writing in, I tend to write too... Right. Annoying? Not to me, anyway...

PS2: Just to give a heads up: no point in commenting on the names - characters, places, acts, the story itself -, 'cause I know I suck at naming, so...

PS3: If I mess up any of the names - if I ever happen to mention any kind of pop/rock music singer/whatever or anything that is WAY out of my area of expertise (example: high schools and boarding schools - and american school in general - I just don't really get... Plus cars and motorcycles)-, do forgive me and please, review and help me improve and take the mistake out of the story. Just to make things easier, I might just make up stuff, such as cities (not small, by the way), fashion stuff and such.

PS4: Light (at least I think it is so) swearing, okay? But only probably.

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Notes:

"Words" - regular conversation, in English

/Words/ - in French

::Words:: - in Japanese

#Words# - in German

<Words> - thoughts

'Words' - quotations and such - including mouthing

*Words* - actions - although not very used

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Act 0001: Now

She was silent, quiet, polite. She transferred to Brensor Private High School, in the beautiful city of Saint Paul, aka SP, at the start of the school year the year before, now being the first semester of the new school year, still... Beautiful October.

Name...

Dawn McGowan...

Her hair was long, wavy, curly on the ends, dark brown in colour, usually, as in away, tied. Her eyes... They were... Special. They actually changed depending on her mood. From the darkest shade of blue, to its lightest, it turned green, sometimes, even violet, and, very rarely, into honey, black or even grey. They were strange, in a way, but gorgeous, anyhow. But once she usually kept her eyes down, in a sad way, like her expression, no one seemed to notice them...

Miss McGowan...

"Miss McGowan?" - the teacher asked the girl. She smiled politely.

"5 plus y equals x, ma'am, therefore..." - Dawn went on and on, explaining the exercise the teacher pointed to her favorite student.

Other students were bored. Bored. BORED! God! Couldn't this girl stop talking?!

Dawn had become the teacher's pet in no time. There was always someone kissing the teacher's ass, and Dawn was the perfect type of person to do so. But it wasn't as if it really was her intention. It wasn't...

<At least... They'll never notice me...> - Dawn thought almost happily, though her eyes remained dull and sad.

She was an absolute loner. No friends, not even the few nerdy and outcast. She was the outcast of the outcast. It seemed that they wanted her to join them, but she decided to keep it to herself, for some reason, because she was a loner, but that's only what people thought of her. She wasn't a loner, really...

"Yo, McGowan" - said a voice, getting close to her, on the empty hall. She stopped, and so did the boy.

"Yes?"

"You're the one who wrote that poem, isn't it?"

"Poem...?" - she asked, silently. The boy, Kyle Blake, the Brensor's newspaper's, the Brensor Breeze (...) aka BB, editor, the person responsible for making the BB the award winning newspaper for the last two years it was, frowned a bit. He was tall, about 1,82, with black hair and greyish eyes. Very handsome and attractive, with a nice personality, though with a short temper for some things. One of the school's most popular guys.

"Yeah... Miss Clair showed it to me... She's the BB's faculty sponsor, did you know?"

"Yes, I did..." - she replied, her head slightly bowed as always, keeping her eyes unseen. The boy was always bothered when people didn't look at him in the eyes when talking to him, so, annoyed, he sighed tiredly.

"Will you please look at me in the eye when I'm talking to you?" - he said, almost snapping. When he spoke, he almost felt regret, wondering if he'd somewhat hurt her feelings, but she didn't flinch or anything, and he heard her sigh. So, she raised her eyes, slowly, looking at him, at anyone really, in the eye ever since she got to Brensor. Including teachers (weird as it may seem, she never looked teachers in the eye). He flinched and gasped slightly when he received her cool and almost empty look - <Wow... Her eyes're... Gorgeous...>

"Blake...?" - she said, politely.

"Oh, right" - Kyle said, snapping out of his state of pure amazement - "Eh... So, I read your poem, and it was just so full of life! So... I wanted to know if you'd like to... You know... Write for BB"

"Wh... Me...?" - she whispered.

"Yeah... You, of course. You're a great writer. Have you ever tried writing anything other than poetry?"

"Ah... A few times, yes" - was her short and apparently shy response. But by the way she now kept eye contact with Kyle, she didn't seem to be so shy anymore. Her eyes were so piercing it actually frightened Kyle to look too long into them, almost as if he could drown while looking at those two endless seas of unclear colour. He slightly looked away from her.

"So... How 'bout it?"

"Writing for... The BB...?"

"Yeah"

"I'd rather not"

<What the hell?! 'I'd rather not'? Come on!> - "And why not?"

"I don't wanna" - she said, with a hint of sadness in her tone.

"Ah... Really? Your writing's real good... And, besides, if you're not willing to at least publish your poem on your own free will, I think miss Clair'll try to make you do it anyhow..."

"She won't be successful" - he heard her murmur.

"Oh, she will... I've seen her work"

"Not on me" - she sighed. He looked into her eyes once again, seeing a little violet, emerald green and sapphire blue. He felt himself blush, and quickly looked away, again. The effect her eyes were having on him was actually starting to annoy him. No set of eyes had ever caused such a commotion in him. But hers...

"Well, that was all, McGowan... Eh... Can I call ya Dawn? It's faster, easier..."

"As you please, Blake"

"Kyle, please"

"Fine. If that's all..." - no explanations, like a normal person... Hell, like a normal girl, a teen girl! 'My dad's coming to pick me up... He's so annoying!', or... 'My boyfriend's coming...' No explanations... Not even a 'good bye'

He watched the loneliest person he'd ever met... The coldest, saddest and most silent person he'd ever seen... With the most gorgeous set of eyes he knew he'd ever see...

<I... I wanna know her...> - he surprised himself with such a thought, but wasn't afraid of it. Trailing back to his previous thoughts, he realized... He did. He did want to know that mysterious girl... - <I do... Fuck, I do...>

Dawn McGowan... That was the name she presented people at Brensor... Not her real one, the one she used before, her whole life, but it was her name, nonetheless.

Dawn...

Who was she?

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The next morning arrived as usual.

No news.

No nothing.

But with tears...

But, again, nothing new there...

Nothing at all...

<Damn... Why do I have to wake up every single day like this...?> - Dawn wondered, whipping her tears away.

After about twenty minutes, she was out of her house, heading to school. Thankfully, she lived nearly fifteen minutes from the school. On foot, of course.

When she arrived, her head was a bit bowed, as always, as she walked among the other teens, who'd never notice her, since she also never bumped into them or anything, even with her eyes not looking up or straight, for that matter.

"Yo, Dawn" - said Kyle's smooth voice. The girl stopped, but didn't turn.

"Yes?"

"I just talked to miss Clair... She said she'd gonna MAKE you write for BB" - he said, smiling, in front of her, now.

"That's... Nice"

"Yo, eye contact" - her eyes no longer frightened him... It was more like... He'd realized he actually did want to look deeply into her unclearly coloured eyes. He wanted to lose himself into those eyes... Those seas...

"Okay" - she said, sighing, looking at him straight in the eye. But her sudden sweet look - or at least that's what he thought he'd seen in her eyes: sweetness - took him by surprise, and he felt his throat dry, his words not willing to come out - "Excuse me" - again, no farewell words... She just... Turned and left him...

<She's so strange...>

He, once again, watched as the girl walked away, her head bowed, no one seeming to notice her. He followed her with his eyes for very long, until she stopped and turned her head slightly, looking at him, directly. He blushed slightly and walked away.

<Why does he...? No, I'm not thinking straight... Just 'cause he'd got grey eyes like... No! He's not... Not...>

She walked away.

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It was English class. The class right before lunch for some. For Dawn and Kyle, for example.

"Well, to end the class well, I'd like a student, a very talented writer, to read the piece she wrote. Dawn, will you please read it?" - the girl closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her classmates' stares. And, for the second time, someone in Brensor had the honor to see her eyes. Miss Clair was taken aback by the girl's eyes, now with an exotic shade of blue mixed with green.

"I'd rather not, ma'am" - the girl replied, coolly.

"Excuse me, miss McGowan?" - the teacher said, very taken aback, and using her student's lastname, now.

"I don't wish to read my PERSONAL thoughts to the whole class"

"Miss..."

"I won't do it"

"Miss McGowan..."

"I will not do it, miss Clair" - the girl said, almost coldly.

"You do know I could take points from you, do you not, miss McGowan"

"Do as you please, ma'am. I'll just have to do good on the tests you give us" - the girl said, her eyes turning into a beautiful shade of green.

"Fine" - miss Clair said, angry, and stomped away. Tiredly, Dawn lowered her eyes again, to her book.

<She's sure true to her words...> - Kyle thought, mused. He smiled, looking at her almost pathetic figure.

The class ended and the students soon cleared their tables and left for lunch.

Kyle watched, discreetly as only he could be, as Dawn gathered her belongings, putting them carefully, yet pretty fast, in her messenger bag.

<Okay... Get close to someone no one ever gets close to... Uh, easy job...> - Kyle thought, shaking his head slightly.

Everyday, Kyle noticed after thinking about for sometime, Dawn ate alone, of course, outside. Always outside. She brought her own lunch, and ate silently, reading a book... Lonely...

<If she weren't such a fuckin' loner... It'd be much easier to get to her... But no, she just had to be the lone freak>

Dawn read, for like the fifth time, Kafka's 'Metamorphoses' (okay, I HATE, DESPISE, LOATH that book, but... Oh, and I'm not sure I got the name right... Okay, it's the book where a guy turns into a big bug over night - my most honest opinion? WHAT WAS HE - Kafka - ON WHEN HE WROTE IT?! - God, hope no one kills me for this lil' personal comment...). She loved it (HOW, don't ask. That was the best I could think of at the moment...).

<Why does he keep looking at me? That is so annoying!> - she thought, because she'd noticed Kyle's glances at her.

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For the entire WEEK, Kyle tried to talk Dawn into writing for BB, but she always said 'no', simply. Miss Clair had sorta given up on her, since she'd been so bold and rude - in her opinion - during that one class. So, Kyle was all alone on his mission.

"Please, Dawn...!" - Kyle begged, for maybe the tenth time that day, and the day hadn't even started!

"I told you I..."

"No! Come on, come on...!"

"I'm... No, I..."

"Please, God, I'm begging already, Dawn!"

"Don't"

"Please!"

"Kyle..."

"You're gonna say 'yes'?"

"No"

"Then I won't stop bugging you. Please...!"

"Stop it!" - she snapped, her eyes turning from light blue to dark green in a heart beat. She wasn't glaring at him, and didn't even seem annoyed - weird! -, but she was mad, for sure.

"No! I'm gonna make you write for BB, no matter what!"

"I won't"

"Yeah, you will"

"No"

"Ah... It's Friday, right?"

"Yes"

"Tomorrow, there's this party, a pool party, an old friend of mine that's moving back here's throwing it... Come tomorrow to it and I'll convince you, no matter what"

"No"

"Dawn, I really don't enjoy begging"

"Don't, then"

"But...! God, Dawn McGowan, you are SO going tomorrow! Not even if I have to go pick you up!"

"Don't!" - she hissed, narrowing her eyes, now pure violet. He blushed hard, finding them beautiful, but put on a smirk.

"Oh... Then I will... If you refuse or don't come at all after saying you'd go"

"Kyle..."

"Come"

"I..."

"What? Can't swim, don't like to wear a bathing suit..." - he blushed harder, thinking of Dawn wearing a nice - and small - two piece bathing suit... Red... (pervert...) - "Or... Eh... Don't have a bathing suit...?" - <I COULD buy her one... Ah! Wh... No, no, bad, bad, evil thoughts!>

"I don't wanna go"

"You're so going. And I'll even provide transporta..."

"I'll go" - she said, seeming slightly terrified about something. Kyle smiled boyishly.

"Really?" - he grinned like a fool.

"Yes"

"Great! I'll give ya the address later... And the time"

"Okay" - she said softly and turned around to leave. Kyle, as usual, was annoyed by her lack of farewell words, but, again, he said nothing, because he liked watching her without having the risk of having the girl catching him. Or so he thought, because she'd sometimes look back at him, making him think she was psychic. Maybe she was... He couldn't tell, once he never managed to get the girl to say more than five words during their 'conversations'. Again: FIVE words had never come out of her lips during their 'talks'. FIVE!

<No progress, kinda, so far...> - Kyle thought, angry at himself - <Why won't she just...? God! Damnit, damnit, damnit! Why is she so fuckin' blind? Can't she see what I'm trying to do?!>

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It was lunch time.

Kyle was sitting alongside his friends, but he was quiet, looking through a book, an year book.

"Oh, Dawn" - he said, suddenly, when he saw the girl ready to leave the cafeteria, after, as usual, getting a bottle of juice. She raised her head slightly and walked to him, silently - "Here's the address" - he gave her a piece of paper - "Starts at 'round ten. Gonna have lunch there, and very likely dinner too"

"Fine" - the girl said, seeming annoyed. The boy grinned 'innocently' at her.

"What?"

"Nothing"

<I'm not asking for much, God! More than FIVE words is all I ask for from her! God! Oh, and... Maybe a red bikini tomorrow...?> - "Don't be late, okay?"

"Hum"

"Okay?"

"Fine" - she said flatly, her eyes of a jade green. She looked at the year book opened on a page with a group of cheerleaders, and widened her now ocean blue eyes. Kyle raised his eyebrows, confused and interested - "Where... Did you get this?"

<Hum... Five! Okay, almost there, almost there!> - "Eh... Got it from my sister. It was just laying 'round her room, and once she's never home 'cause she goes to this boarding school, I just took it. Not like she'll ever know..."

"But... This isn't... Ally's... This's... Marissa's..." - the girl whispered, fingering the page.

<Now that's more like it! Kinda stuttering, but... Six words! Wow, wait a...> - "Ally?"

"Your sister, Alyssa Blake" - she whispered, again. Smiling softly. Kyle blushed slightly.

"How...? No one calls my sister 'Ally' outside of the family, except for her friends, probably, but I don't know any of them, so..." - he looked at her, and saw her eyes softening, and he didn't know the reason.

"I just... Ally... Alyssa, I mean... We... Know each other from another lifetime"

"Right..." - he thought for a moment - "Why did you say this wasn't my sister's, but... 'Marissa's'?"

"Because... This IS Marissa's" - Dawn said, as if he were stupid.

"But... How do you know for sure without even seeing the signatures or whatever?" - she frowned slightly at him, as if not sure why he wasn't getting her line of thought.

"Because it is Marissa's" - she repeated, flipping the pages, and stopping suddenly on the page with the track team - "It's hers"

"But how do you know?"

"Because this's her symbol" - she replied, tapping on the place where the number of page was, but, Kyle noticed only now, there was strange symbol behind the number... Like a cherry... A purple one, that is.

"Huh?" - he was totally lost. She sighed, seeming slightly annoyed, even.

"Marissa Olival's symbol is a cherry, a purple cherry, because she loves the said colour and because her father's family is French, and he calls her 'cherie', but once 'cherie' had no symbol what so ever, she changed 'cherie' to 'cherry', which is her favorite fruit as well, and so, her symbol became a purple cherry. If it were your sister's, it'd be a dark blue rose, once Ally loves roses and especially dark blue, once it's the same shade of Jonathan's eyes, her long time and eternal love"

Kyle stared openly at Dawn, who didn't seem to quite understand why he was staring at her like that. Then, she noticed everyone else around the table was also staring at her. Then, it finally hit her. She'd spoken. A lot. Outside of classroom. To a student. To a popular student. Uh...

"How... Who... Eh... Who's Jonathan?" - Kyle said, kicking himself mentally for asking such a stupid thing. Dawn was as calm and expressionless as usual, but she looked at him in the eyes, nonetheless.

"Jonathan Bryant, a senior like Ally. Has been studying at Callaway Institute since he was ten, met Alyssa that same year because they became classmates. They started to date when they were twelve, and have been together ever since. Haven't gotten into fights at all this whole time, which is quite an accomplishment at CI"

"Ah... Ally never mentioned him..."

"Ally isn't exactly close to her family" - Dawn mumbled.

"Say what again?"

"She isn't. Not a lot of students at CI are, once most of them go there to study when they are very young, and usually their families don't live in San Francisco"

"How... How do you know so much about... Ally, this guy...? Callaway Institute...?" - her eyes turned into a soft shade of green, and she smiled softly once again, also making him blush.

"Because I do, Kyle"

"Hum..."

"I don't understand..." - she murmured to herself, flipping the year book's pages again, now stopping at the computer club page.

"Huh? What?"

"Why did... Why did Marissa let it with Ally... She shouldn't have done so..."

"I don't know"

"It's very strange..."

"Huh"

"It's not like Marissa to do such a thing... She should know very well that these kind of things can't be left just laying around, like regular year books... It's not..." - she whispered, sadly.

<She looks so sad...> - Kyle thought, wishing to caress her face, ask her what was wrong and kiss her to... - <No! What the fuck am I thinking of?! No fucking way! No, no, bad...!>

"Excuse me" - she said, as if realizing something important.

<But... No, wait... Dawn...> - Kyle's mouth was unable to send out his pleading words, and so he returned his eyes to the year book - <Ah, I can't be... But... That's the only... Huh? Uh, great! Fuck, I can't even make sense inside my own head...>

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This story is getting to me, and I actually like it a lot, so if you don't like it, don't flame too hard, please!

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I'd like to get feedback to see if this story sucks too much, or if it's okay. I like it, and I'll sure keep on writing it, but, anyway...

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I've just now finished chapter 03 (with 'round 09 pages), so it's going, as I've already said. Just wait, please. I may be a fast to type, but not to think of situations... And has anyone READ my bio? If not, please do, 'cause there're stuff there that are actually nice to read. If yes, then it's pretty easy to see that I've got A LOT of stories to write at the same time. And I just can't write ONE thing at a time. I'm a gemini! I can't help myself! I most definitely NEED to keep myself busy with a million things, otherwise I'll go insane, just INSANE! Well, MORE insane, probably...

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I've posted this chapter all over again because I had to, 'cause I changed a couple of things in the beginning, and I finally managed to verify the errors in grammar and such - the temp computer is good for something, after all n_n -, and I'm now in chapter 07 - and it's almost in the end! Yes! Now, maybe I can go on with it in a steady way, and, hopefully, I won't put it on a halt anytime soon... Please, God, let it be like that...

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*Next, next... A pool party, some perverted thoughts on Kyle's part, Tom makes his appearance, and Dawn wearing a bathing suit!*

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PS: I HATE HTML!

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