Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Gone. Or any of Michael Grant's characters, Drake, Diana, Caine, Bug, Jack, Dekka and Brianna. If I did I wouldnt be here. I'd be planing to write another twenty books for the series.
A/N: ummm this is my first fanfic and it may not be any good but please please review. Sorry if the chapter's too short, it's basically just an intro. The next chapter will be way longer. I'll probably make plenty of mistake but I'll try to keep that to a minimum. Hope you like.
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Chapter 1:
Synne wasn't troublesome. She did well in school, didn't argue a lot, dressed appropriately and never swore. She didn't break rules, she wasn't an angry girl, she was clever and pretty, with a sweet smile and twinkling green eyes that were the colour of well cared-for grass. She had long, thick hair that fell in waves to about mid-back. It was a light brown-mousey blonde colour, and it stayed up in a very pretty, but still practical, bun.
She didn't go overboard with accessories; she wore one necklace, one ring and four hairpins. The necklace was a silver chain with a crucifix and a steel military dog-tag on it. On the dog-tag the words 'somnes nos in infernum eat', meaning 'we all go to hell' were engraved, her one touch of rebelliousness. The ring was a simple brass band, the same ring her mother had been wearing when the massive Peterbilt 379 Grain Truck had slammed into her green Nissan Micra, ending her life.
Synne wore the hairpins every day. They were the pins her Aunt Florentine had put in her hair to hold it in perfect little coils for the funeral. Those pins, along with the ring, were the only things that she had allowed herself to keep, the only reminders of what she had lost that she could bear.
After Dahlie's death Synne had retreated into herself, changing from the fun loving, rebellious, mischievous teen into a quiet, sad eyed, lost child. Her father had spent four months coaxing her out of her shell, bringing the twinkle back into her vacant eyes and, slowly, she had become a friendly, studious little angel. Until her father enrolled her in Coates Academy, a boarding school for 'troublesome children'...
