Hello! I'm new at fan fiction. And this is my first story so please be very critical and correct my spelling.
Dawn was a 16 year old girl in high school. She had black hair, what appeared to be red highlights, and hardly wore anything other than black. There was a good reason for that, just like there is a good reason for everything. When she was 12 years old, her mother died and she had to wear black for the funeral. Her father was barely around after that because he had to work double, so he hardly bought her new clothes. He didn't have time to pick out colors, so he just chose black. After a while, she got used to wearing black everyday along with her brother. Even though Dawn seemed normal, she was anything but normal. She had crimson eyes and her normal hair color was in fact, red. Her father refused to have her hair or eyes different colors than the rest of the people, so he bought her contacts and made her dye her hair every so often. She dyed all of it in elementary school, but left some strands red later to look like highlights in middle and high school. Her brother also had red hair, but he was forced to dye it a natural color. He chose light brown. Her father, on the contrary didn't. He dark brown hair and blue eyes. Sometimes, they even doubted if he was their father. Dawn's father was always going from town to town, so they were forced to live with their uncle. After Dawn's uncle died, her father decided to take them to live with him. Today, they were going to move again. Dawn hated living with her father. She had to leave her newfound friends and make new ones at least twice every school year. This time though, they were moving to stay there for good and Dawn was confused. She didn't know wether to be happy that she wasn't moving for a long time from that time, sad because she was leaving her friends once more, or angry at her father for taking this move like a day in the park.Her brother, on the other hand, was dreary all day because he had to leave his "girlfriend".
"Dawn! Everything's packed up and ready! We're leaving now!" her brother shouted. She could tell by his voice that he wasn't happy. He usually tried to put on a happy face, or a mask as Dawn called it, but she could see right through it. Her father couldn't. Then again, he wasn't around that much.
"Coming!" she shouted back. She took her last and most important thing- her diary. She had kept this diary since she was 10. Her mother gave it to her. All of the pages were filled out, and she had to buy new diaries every year, but she kept it along with all of the other diaries. She liked this particular diary because it reminded her of when her mother was still there. She got into their car and sat in the passenger's seat next to her brother who was driving. From there, she could see the school, her house, her best friend's house, and the moving truck her dad was driving. She sighed deeply and ignored her brother when he asked her questions. The new town, named Sharon was two hours away. She had gone to see their new house once before so she knew it was going to be far. She eventually fell asleep and woke up to the thunder outside. She hated the rain. It reminded her of her uncle's death. She seldom thought about her past. It hurt her too much, especially her mother's death. As soon as she woke up, they arrived at their new house. It was much bigger than the last one. A "two story house with a two car garage, three spacious bed rooms, two living rooms, beautiful dining room and kitchen, and a fireplace." as the realtor liked to put it. She got the smallest of the three rooms even though she had first dibs on the rooms. The room was half black half white. It had a tan carpet and a walk-in-closet. It suited her just fine. Her brother's room was the opposite. It was a light blue color, had its own bathroom, no carpets, and a sliding door closet. She didn't know what her father's room looked like and neither did she care. As soon as she went into the house, she ran to her room to put her backpack and diaries on her bed, but as she got there, she found the unexpected. A black haired boy, a couple of inches taller than her, who had a white bandana and dressed all in black. She knew by the look of disgust in his face that she clearly did not belong here.
Hehe. Let's just leave it at that. I hope you like this story and continue to read it. Please review. I need to have at least one review before I type the next chapter.
Later,
Dawn.