AUTHOR'S NOTE: IT'S BEEN TOO LONG. MY LIFE HAS BEEN WEIRD AND AWESOME, I'VE EXPERIENCED HEARTBREAK AND THE PRESSURES OF BEING A YOUNG ADULT. I'VE REWRITTEN THE FIRST CHAPTER, HOPEFULLY I GET TO THE REST AND CONTINUE THE STORY.. BUT WE'L SEE HOW IT GOES. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, YOU KNOW THE REST. Feedback is welcome, but I also do not care about what others say, this is for fun. hope you enjoy.

DREAMING - EARLY AM

Quinn laying in bed asleep begins to dream, tossing and turning a little

Quinn walks into the kitchen, freshly dressed and ready for the day, she goes to sit at the table where her Father and breakfast reside, her Father Russell looks up from his newspaper, showing a smile and squinted eyes behind horned rimmed reading glasses

"Happy Birthday kiddo, have you seen your Mother?"

"Morning, Russell. I have no clue as to where she is."

That's when Quinn's Mother Judy appeared in the kitchen doorway smiling with a present wrapped nicely with brown paper and twine

"Here I am you two. Happy Birthday Quinnie, I simply had to get it for you when I saw it. it fits your..uhm style."

Quinn unwraps the present slowly, and carefully. Not knowing what I was going to get was a little unsettling. I never cared for presents or surprises, I loved old things, novels, films, even had a knack for photography. Quinn didn't like receiving anything unless she worked hard for it. It's how she was raised after all.

"A journal. Thank you, Mom. I didn't know I looked like Anne Frank."

"Oh, Quinnie. I thought you'd like it, you could write about how your days go; your adventures."

All jokes aside, Quinn actually liked this gift. It was a beautiful tanned leather journal, with a simple strap to tie it closed.

Quinn grabs a piece of toast, getting up to leave. Quinn's father looks away from his paper long enough to look at her

"Yeah, it's a nice simple gift. Be nice kid, It'll be of use, besides you'll get more gifts later."

Quinn sighed and gave her parents a kiss on the cheek, yelling on the way out.

"Thanks Russell and Judy. See you after school!"

Quinn walks out the door throwing her bag over her shoulder

"I don't understand why she prefers to call us by our birth names, what's wrong with Mom and Dad."

"Oh Russell, It's a form of independence, growing up in her eyes. At least we won't forget who we are."

Quinn opens her eyes, stares at the ceiling.

REALITY.

I made my way downstairs hoping there was some fresh coffee. As I turned the corner I saw my mom holding a cup of coffee, wearing her reading glasses, looking over this mornings newspaper.

"Happy Birthday Quinnie Bear!"

"Thank you Mama"

I went and sat at the table, my mom turned to me with a bowl of fruit with a candle on top. I laughed and blew it out while she set down a present that was wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. It looked exactly like the present in my dream. I unwrapped it exactly as I did when I was inside my head, my hands shook a little. This was a déjà vu. I was secretly hoping that I was a little bit psychic and that I would develop more super powers like some masked hero I read about in my comic books. It was the same leather bound journal, it was even more beautiful in real life. I smiled and thanked my mom with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Maybe this was a sign that this new city wouldn't be so bad, this was a new start and I wasn't going to waste it.

Just as I opened up my new journal my phone pinged.

Britt Britt: Happy Birthday! Lord Tubbington, has a present for you later! I'm going to Echo Park, but I can meet up at the record store by your house at 12 p.m.

Quinn: That's fine, I'll see you then. Tell Lord Tubs, We'll do lunch.

Britt Britt: He said his secretary will call you..idk if I've been replaced or if I'm the secretary.

I laughed out loud reading Brittney's text messages, she could always make me laugh. I was kind of surprised..I don't remember the last time I laughed out loud, let alone the way it had sounded. I distracted myself with my journal, the pages were white and crisp. untouched and eager to be caressed by honest ink. I noticed the very last page had a note on it. It was my favorite bible verse, Isaiah 43:2. Mother must have written it. I looked up to see my mother preparing a to go cup of coffee, making sure she had everything for her open house. After she left Russell she got herself into college and then decided she wanted to do real estate for the time being. Mom was changing for the better and I couldn't be more proud.

"Bye Quinnie, I have my phone if you need anything. I love you."

"I'm going out to explore with Britt later, Good luck on your first day."

I smiled to her and recited the beginning of the bible verse, as a hint that I saw it.

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you.

Judy walked out the door with a smile on her face and tears of joy welled in her eyes. She whispered to herself.

"Always, my cub."